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 despirate situations
  I just fade away still she never cares
    But glorafilia says, she says
  it's just another sunday afternoon
  And glorafilia says, she says there ain't no point in loving you
    She keeps me wrapped around her finger
  So i don't know what to do
  And using my imagionation
  she could set me free, i bet she's dying to
    Sipping wine around her table
  Her expence is plain to see
  Entertaining for a living
  She's got everthing that she doesn't need
    I can't sleep at night, I'm all strung out
  Things just ain't right
  I really need to know