Gloria Love - Bad Bad Hats

I go out walking on a day less bleak

Money in my pocket and salt on the street

Cause I wanna see myself the way the windows do

Like someone in a movie, soft yellow and blue

I got a new way of walking

But you’re not chasing me

Why’s everybody sitting on the fence

When they could fall for me

I want a name like Gloria Love

All the boys ask me to ride in their cars

And I wish I could run when the going gets tough

But I never get that, I never get that far

I throw a party for nobody but me (just me)

My face in the carpet and the sound of the TV

Cause I want to see myself the way the ceilings do

Like a drop in the ocean, soft yellow and blue

I got a new way of talking

But you’re not calling me

Why’s everybody sitting on the fence

When they could fall for me

I want a name like Gloria Love

All the boys ask me to ride in their cars

And I wish I could run when the going gets tough

But I never get that, I never get that

I never get that, ooh, I never get that

I never get that, ooh I never get that far

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah