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 gonna see ya,  Playing the part of a 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 living  If we can't be together ?  I'm coming 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