| Hello, well, it’s me again
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| Like a leaf I fell from your tree again
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| But if I look real hard I can see again
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| That you’ll never say you’re sorry
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| I talked to on your birthday
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| He says you got a million lovers
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| And you said you really don’t need another
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| To complicate your heart
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| Well maybe, I shouldn’t have sent you flowers
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| I should’ve waited a couple of hours
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| But, hey, it was your birthday
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| Li’l Christine, li’l Christine
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| And from across the yard if I’ll move the trees
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| And I’ll kick away the stars
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| And I stay out all night and I try a real hard
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| Maybe I’ll find my way to your mind
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| I talked to your very best friend
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| She tells me you’re just a limping
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| And then I’ll write this down if I only had a pen
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| And I’ll skip the lonely path
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| Well maybe, I shouldn’t have sent you flowers
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| I should’ve waited a couple of hours
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| But hey, it was your birthday
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| Li’l Christine, li’l Christine
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| Well maybe, I shouldn’t have sent you flowers
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| I should’ve waited a couple of hours
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| But hey, it was your birthday
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| Li’l Christine, li’l Christine |
| Li’l Christine, li’l Christine |