Gloss, when you see me,
On your TV,
Standing in Victory,
Drink to me.
Even if I lie on the ground,
As dead as dead can be,
I still want you to be proud,
So please, Gloss, drink to me.
I'm going in to fight,
I won't die easily.
Win I may, lose I might,
But, no matter what, drink to me.
All I want is acceptance and pride,
From them, proud as they can all be.
So, if I die, or come out alive,
I want them to drink to me.
You told me a tale of a party,
A celebration for all to see.
So, no matter who won, I still will be.
And I want you to drink to me.