Glorafilia

She keeps me waiting in the morning

Tying ribbons in her hair

And come the evening theres no warning

Why I’m not to know why she isn’t there

No time to tell her all the reasons

Why I always disappear

And in those desperate situations

I just fade away still she never cares

But Glorafilia says

She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh

And Glorafilia says

She says there ain’t no point in loving you no oh

She keeps me wrapped around her finger

So I don’t know what to do

And using my imagination

She could set me free

I bet she's dying to

And sipping wine around a table

Her expense is plain to see

Entertainging for a living

She’s got everything that she doesn't need

But Glorafilia says

She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh

And Glorafilia says

She says there ain’t no point in loving you no oh

I can’t sleep at night

I must show that things just ain't right

I really need to know

But Glorafilia says

She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh

And Glorafilia says

She says there ain't no point in loving you no oh

But Glorafilia says

She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh

And Glorafilia says

She says there ain't no point in loving you no oh