Dead Christina
Walking through the door
With the post-shave glow
Cut across the floor
With the boots and blow
Saw her by the sink
With her eyes down low
Offer her a drink
But she couldn't say no
With a bashful grin
Lead me up the stairs
Giggles mean I'm in
Droppin clumps of hair
Lead me to the bed
Tearing off my coat
Lean into my ear
Rip out my throat
Cuz when I saw her there
I'd follow you anywhere
Dead Christina
You steal my soul
With the post-shave glow
Cut across the floor
With the boots and blow
Saw her by the sink
With her eyes down low
Offer her a drink
But she couldn't say no
With a bashful grin
Lead me up the stairs
Giggles mean I'm in
Droppin clumps of hair
Lead me to the bed
Tearing off my coat
Lean into my ear
Rip out my throat
Cuz when I saw her there
I'd follow you anywhere
Dead Christina
You steal my soul
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Writer(s): Dismal Thinkings
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