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 |