Gloria
Justine Elinor Frischmann
You're so merry up on high,
Oh, so, scarily on high.
Gloria never, ever cries,
'Cause she's just too busy.
Gloria never shuts her eyes,
'Cause it makes her dizzy.
Now you've got it all,
What do you want it for?
All that noise you got,
Do you still want more?
You're a strange girl, Gloria.
You say you've got it all,
What do you want it for?
All that noise you got,
Well you're just a whore.
You're a sick girl, Gloria.
Oh, so, scary up on high.
You say you've got it all,
What do you want it for?
All that noise you got,
Well you're still a whore.
You're a sick girl, Gloria.
You say you've got it all,
What do you want it for?
All that noise you got,
Do you still want more?
You're a strange girl, Gloria.
Hosanna in excelsis.
