Miss Gloria of whom I love
Please sing your song of up above
Sing of freedom and truths of doves
Just please let me hear your voice

We'll raise our glasses to a toast
To you, my girl, a finest host
And although you're shy and wonder why
We'll all surely applaud you and all you do

Miss Gloria of whom I love
Please speak to me of what you've done
You feel so old but look so young
Tell of the times you turned to guns

We're all intently listening
As my girl she sweetly sings
We ignore the purple rings
Showing her lack of sleep

Miss Gloria of whom I love
No one else appreciates what you've done
But Gloria of eyes and runs
Your accomplishments affected everyone

We all want you to sing
We'd wait for hours and days even
Just to listen to your voice of sin
Like water we need it to live

Miss Gloria of whom I love
Hooked to the bottle and to the drugs
But her voice still sweeter than doves
Perhaps now she sings above

We'll raise our glasses to a toast
To you, my girl, such a pretty host
And although you're gone and lost
It's your voice we miss the most

Miss Gloria of whom I love
Didn't speak to me of what she'd done
Felt so old and looked so young
My girl who always turned to guns

Miss Gloria of whom I love
Please sing your song of up above
Sing of freedom and truths of doves
Just please let me hear your voice.

--For her who I lost from my head.