Sleeping late in the afternoon
yet you're always by my side at dinner
Never one to leave without any fuss
you love any attention for it makes you regal

You know I'll always wonder
how the world looks
through your eyes

Somewhere in the overgrown garden
you've found privacy where the pond used to be
Will I ever meet anyone in my life
whose happy to see me like you always are?

Goddamn Gloria
telling strangers their place
Gloria, Gloria
you make me laugh all the same 

The End

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