| Song | Glorafilia |
| Artist | Zed |
| Album | This Little Empire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |