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 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 come sing a little song with me all about a girl who sang to be free as a bird who flies into the distance she s free she s free she s free 