She was a pauper, having nothing other than money
A trustfund set up by her shipbuilder tycoon daddy
Pel pills and booze, that's all she's gotten for breakfast
Poor little Christina, she finally got to be all skin and bones
I am the only one who knows she's being true,
whenever she says she would give up her money
For having a lame and conventional boyfriend
For being an apprentice at a hairdressing salon
Chris... Chris... Christina
She fantasises and yearns for being catcalled by a bricklayer
Chris... Chris... Christina
Can the bellboy go out and get her more of those sleeping pills?
Such a sweetheart, the summer regents are spoiling her
Winter, however, she cannot shake it off completely
She's such a dowager, having written off a couple of marriages already
But she's always so lonely, lightning candles for love
In a yacht from the Skorpios Island all the way to New York
Dinning at Maxim's after having attended the Rose Ball
Escorted out of her Rolls by her bodyguards
A kept man is already waiting for her at the suite.
Chris... Chris... Christina
She runs her business laying down at the Incosol Spa
Chris... Chris... Christina
Her bath robe she will never take off, even when she's all drenched with sweat
Many a man has tried to court her
The mirror is the only one willing to tell the truth to her face
No one has warned her, she isn't getting to Heaven on her limo
It's such a pity, the Grim Reaper isn't taking on gratuity
It would be better being daughter to a no-one
Than the apple of Aristotle's eyes
Living under his shadow is such a petty job
Look at him going out on safari in that reel
Chris... Chris... Christina
She fantasises and yearns for being catcalled by a bricklayer
Chris... Chris... Christina
Can the bellboy go out and get her more of those sleeping pills?
Chris... Chris... Christina
She runs her business laying down at the Incosol Spa
Chris... Chris... Christina
Her bath robe she will never take off, even when she's all drenched with sweat