Gloria Mooney
Gloria Mooney
Gloria Mooney
That's Rumors
Rumors can wound you
Cause you to bleed
Make you go crazy
Or just go to seed
The very last things in the world that you need
Are Rumors
Rumors can hurt you
Causing you pain
Again and again and again and again
You can feel lonely
Out in the rain
Through Rumors
Oh, those Rumors
They put me in bad Humors
Oh, the Rumors are flying again
Oh, those Rumors
They put me in bad Humors
