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   (x2)      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