Christina ©2002 Richard March She covers up her notebook, with her favorite bands She likes 'em in their makeup, she’s their biggest fan She’s bigger than some tall boys, and toughest of the girls Learned to square her shoulders in this mixed up, hunched-back world Christina, I see ya, standing like a statue in the rain Just waiting, so patient For love to come and wash it all away I see her on Mondays. Guess her weekend's hard ‘Cause she comes in talkin’ too fast, an tryin’ too hard I want to tell her keep her head up, you got so much goin’ on Yeah when she’s not lookin’, she’s the one the boys are thinking on Christina, I see ya, staring down a road that’s much too sad I been there, you don’t dare. Go on, get out on a new one while you can She smells of momma’s smoking, and dresses like her dad Dancin’ in her baggies, growing up so fast Talks a mile a minute, with questions in her eyes Plays the leave me ’lone card, all the while she’s asking you inside Christina, I see ya, standing like a statue in the rain Just waiting, so patient. For love to come and wash it all away.