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