She keeps me waiting in the morning

Tying ribbons in her hair

And come the evening theres no warning

Why Im not to know why she isnt 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 aint no point in loving you no oh



She keeps me wrapped around her finger

So I dont 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

Shes 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 aint no point in loving you no oh



I cant 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