Christine was the Queen of Teens

she sang into the shadows to be free

always lookin' for something beautiful to sing to

When school nights kept her in

she listened to the records in the basement

always lookin for something beautiful

to sing to



Christine/she's free



Guitar playin' through the night

nobody could hear her 'cause she played so quiet

lookin' for something beautiful to sing to





Morning comes and the ghosts go in

she sang right through 'em til they

went to sleep

lookin for something beautiful

to sing to