Christine
I met Christine at Aberdeen,
we were all of seventeen,
Been so long...now it seems a dream
(short guitar riff) (melancholic, bluesy)
Summer, long gone, beyond compare,
her adolescent, evanescent stare,
once brought joy, but now only despair
(short guitar riff)
Christine's eyes of Hazel Green,
like medusa glare, so serene,
the vacuum of her stare, to the naked eye, unseen
(Louder and faster riff)
(Chorus)
Christine, Christine, She..will..steal, your dreams!
And in heaven and hell, leave them inbetween!
(short riff)
Christine, Christine! She'll rip out your heart, then spleen,
And throw you to sharks, for your bones to be picked clean
(guitar riff, loud fading to soft, then back to verse)
She speaks of Love, with much acclaim,
but to her it is all just a game,
don't fall victim to her entrancing gaze
(back to riff, soft again)
She chews her words, and spits them out,
to her lies, she is devout,
you'll go in with a soul, and leave without, Christine
(short riff)
She'll get you drunk on Kentucky rum,
and wait til you're feeling, comfortably numb,
and when you succumb, she'll crush you like Tom Thumb
(Louder and faster riff again)
(Chorus)
Christine! Christine! She..will..steal, your dreams!
Her beauty, will..draw..you, into her scheme
(short loud riff)
Christine! Christine! She'll rip out your heart and spleen,
And to the fishes, be thrown, to be picked clean
(guitar solo)
(back to final verse, soft)
Over time, pain begins to fray,
time has a way of rubbing away,
the memory of the pain left behind by, Christine
(guitar solo to fade out)
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