She keeps me waiting in the morning
By tying ribbons in her hair
And come the evening there's 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 Glorifillia says, she says
It's just another Sunday afternoon
But Glorifillia says, she says
There ain't no point in lovin' 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 dyin' to
Sipping wine around her table
Her expense is plain to see
Entertainment for a living
She's got everything that she doesn't need
But Glorifillia says, she says
It's just another Sunday afternoon
But Glorifillia says, she says
There ain't no point in lovin' you
No, oh
I can't sleep at night
I'm all strung out
Things just ain't right
I really need to know...
But Glorifillia says, she says
It's just another Sunday afternoon
But Glorifillia says, she says
There ain't no point in lovin' you
No, oh
But Glorifillia says, she says
It's just another Sunday afternoon
But Glorifillia says, she says
There ain't no point in lovin' you
No, oh
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