Christine
Man she's cookin'
She's got all the luck
Man she's lookin'
Like a million bucks
A shoe that fits her as the dollars go
That's what she's takin' for the evening show

Christine made the scene
Saw her on the cover of a magazine

I'm so happy that she's got it made
She blows me kisses from her motorcade
I saw her flyin' by me in a souped-up vet
Her fame's her sugar daddy
But she ain't found her Father yet

Christine made the scene
Saw her on the cover of a magazine

She's on fire
Man she heads the bill
Name in neon
As she climbs the hill
The girl's a loaded pistol, man
She plays to win
But she could lose forever
God--I hope she lets Him in

Christine made the scene
Saw her on the cover of a magazine

--Lyrics by Curt Emich