Christina - Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci

Sad treacle, she’s sweet but sad

Sad treacle, drove oh so mad

All those letters she never phoned

Sad treacle left me all alone…

Christina…

I saw you in a magazine-a

Your eyes shone like pearls

All over the world

I can’t wait next time I’m goin' to see ya,

Playing the part of pretty ballerina

What a way to carry on

You’re one minute cold

Next you’re leading me on

With me all alone

And you in your Bell Air home

Christina…

I love you madly

Can’t you see when I look to the stars

I’m a superstar

And what’s the point of you living

If we can’t be together?

I’m coming on to shoot you

The sooner the better

What a way to carry on

You’re one minute cold

Next you’re leading me on

With me all alone

And you in your Bell Air home

Saw your last interview

You’ve better things to do

And now that you’re gone

I’ll always be with you

Well, you say I’m to blame

I was fed by you

Well, you say I’m to blame

I was fed by you

Christina…

I saw you in a magazine-a

Your eyes shone like pearls

All over the world