Gloria MooneyGloria MooneyGloria MooneyThat's RumorsRumors can wound youCause you to bleedMake you go crazyOr just go to seedThe very last things in the world that you needAre RumorsRumors can hurt youCausing you painAgain and again and again and againYou can feel lonelyOut in the rainThrough RumorsOh, those RumorsThey put me in bad HumorsOh, the Rumors are flying againOh, those RumorsThey put me in bad Humors
