[Gloria - Whispering, very close to mic, Posh Accent]:

Good morning, Truman. Are the cameras rolling?

Of course they are.

Look at me. Seven... Six... Five...

You are already addicted, innit?

I walk into the room, Super Saiyan flow,

Power level over nine thousand, don't you know?

I order the forbidden juice, the milky lie,

A double-shot Latte that makes the angels cry.

It takes seven seconds to judge the book cover,

You look at my foam and you think "She's a lover".

But darling, I’m a glitch in your Eternal Sunshine,

You can scrub the memory, but you can’t scrub the design.

I AM YOUR CRIMINAL CAPPUCCINO! (So naughty!)

STEAMY, CREAMY, AND A LITTLE BIT MEAN-O!

I’M THE FIRST IMPRESSION THAT YOU CAN’T DELETE,

A SUGAR-COATED TRAP WALKING ON THE STREET!

YOU SAY "I KNEW SHE WAS TROUBLE", YEAH, YOU RIGHT!

BUT YOU DRINK ME UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!

(Sassy laugh): Oh, behave!

Pretty privilege? Oh, darling, it’s a skeleton key.

I smile at the guard, and the coffee is free.

It’s absurd, really. Like a cartoon physics law,

I wink, and the universe drops its jaw.

You try to label me, put me in a box,

"She’s just a latte," "She’s dumb as a box of rocks."

But beneath the milk, love, it’s bitter and black,

Once you take a sip, there is no turning back.

Kame-Hame-Ha to your logic, babe.

[Gloria - Dramatic, Cringe Opera style]:

JUDGE ME! (Seven seconds!)

LOVE ME! (Seven seconds!)

HATE ME! (Forever!)

IT’S THE TRUMAN SHOW, AND I’M THE STAR!

YOU ARE JUST AN NPC AT THE COFFEE BAR!

[Gloria - Whispering]:

Yo seré... un huracán... (Spanish quote tribute)

No, wait. I'll be a Grande Soy Latte. Extra foam.

Put it on his tab. He knows I'm worth it.

Cheers, mate.