Gloria

You sit there
On a barbed-wire throne
You’re a slave of love
And you’re never alone

They kiss you
And they miss you
They drink for you
And cry for you

But you sit there
On your barbed-wire throne
Your hounds of love
Never leave you alone

As you climb back
Onto your crazy course
You know them well
They won’t stay the course

But they’ll drink for you
And they’ll cry for you
They’ll kiss you
And they’ll miss you

Then you float above
Your bed of scorn
While they kneel in awe and you
Crown them with thorns

You’re Gloria
You’re Victoria
You’re Senorita
Man eater

You’ll break your glass
And you’ll hit ground
You’ll take the pain
But without a sound

You’ll drink for them
And you’ll cry for them
You’ll kiss them
And you’ll miss them too

They’ll run to you
And they’ll cry for you
And they’ll miss you
And they’ll die for you
…

But you climb back onto
Your barbed-wire throne
You’re a slave of love
Cannot be alone