I got a, oh, got a new little girl
And they call her Miss Christine
Well, the reason I love her, boys
Is I'm crazy 'bout her new machine
Well, she got this wings like a bourbon
And she's sweet just like a candy doll
Well, I don't want nobody else at all
I said, "Christine, Christine, Christina
Oh, can you hear me calling your name?"
I don't call it so loud
I just call it nice and plain
Well, she'd make a blind man see
I do declare she'd make a lame man walk
She'd make a deaf man hear
I think she'd make a dumb man talk
Alright, asshole
I'd rather have what she's got
Than to have all the silver and gold
Any ol' riches
Hmm, I can't be told
I said, "Christine, Christine, Christina
Oh, hear me calling your name"
I don't call it so loud
I just call it nice and plain
Alright, let's go
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