Whispers on the back porch
They don't want you anymore
He beat you till were raw
Then he took something more
Christine
Christine
Christine
At school, the girls call you a whore
Your lunch money on the floor
But they look you up and down
They look you up and down
Christine
Christine
Christine
You found that you were weak
At forgiving enemies
So much darkness in that room
No one gets you, no one could
Christine
Christine
Christine
Never giving in
Never again
Christine
Christine
Christine
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