Gloria

You're full of hot air, you're a big shot
But you won't fool me
With your fake love lines
You're wasting your time, you can move on
Right from the start, old man, I figured out
Your intention to try to buy me
But I come from good stock
Go knock on another door!

Old man, goodbye, you can hit the road!
My youth is not a flower for your lapel
The glory you offer me
Save it for another woman
My guy is not a fancy cane
But, you should know, he has a heart
And I'm for him; well, I know it
There's no greater glory than love

I don't want parties or champagne
Or to live in a fancy hotel
And the car you offer me
I prefer a rental car
And I'll give you some good advice
To put an end to our little chat
Buy a comb and get rid
Of the crazy idea in your head