Gloria

So I cut my hair to look like Patti Smith

Now I'll sing about women who have sex with men

But just for the sake of the clearness of it

I have made you this song

But it's just as a friend so...

Hold on,

Can you give me a reason

To sing about you?

Make a thing about you?

If you really love music, then go start a band

Don't just talk about something you don't understand

If you really crave action, then come start a fight

Don't just go on about it the whole of the night

'Cause cocaine makes you so fucking lame

Just as I didn't ask, but I'm sure you'll explain

How the motion of paper to skin

Killed the skin that you're in

Now it's all paper-thin

Vapours glistening...

Smoke...

Well, apparently where there is smoke you'll find fire

But in your eyes I can't see no passion at all

Just a girl with a cigarette whose one desire

Is to go through this life being fashionably small

Yeah, well - Gloria, basically, listen to this

All your posturing makes me forget you exist

So pick up all the names that you dropped

Stop for a minute, just stop

Hold on...

But darling, the night-time was made for the young

It's the only thing we can possess

So honey your accent, and ready your tongue

We'll make unholy mess out of your party dress

'Cause the city is beckoning,

Pulses and sirens

The drone of the glow and the hum of the violence

Is singing "Tomorrow is dead"

Gather in all the shades of the red siren-song

And the dusk is calling you to arms

Oh, the night's welcoming

So let's flirt with some sin

Then I'll go home, come clean and I'll do the right thing by him

Conquer the heat of my wandering eye

'Cause we're humans, we're weak

And we cheat and we lie

Oh but...

Gloria, show me the weakness in you

For tonight if I breathe in, will you breathe in too?

'Cause tomorrow will probably be spent in bed

How much more time like this do we have 'til we're...