Christine I've seen you on the stage
I fear I'll never hear you sing again, if he takes you away
My Christine won't you please stay
And help me rid myself of this jealous rage?
The soul that erupts from your beautiful throat
Is a voice I'll protect and nurture
As long as I'm loved
Christine I see now how it will be
My Christine, Look past what you see
Listen to the music following through me
I made you what you are and this is the thanks I get
But I guess there's no changing it