Gloria
(Jim Morrison)
Tell ya 'bout my baby
She come around
She come 'round here
The head to the ground
Come 'round here
A-just about midnight
She make me feel so good
Make me feel alright
She come 'round my street now
She come to my house, yeah
Knock upon my door
Climbing up my stairs
One two three
Come on up, baby
Mmmm, here she is in my room...oh boy!
Hey, what's your name?
How old are you?
Where d'you go to school?
Well, now that we know each other a little
bit better, why don't you come over here?
Make me feel alright!
Gloria
Gloria
Gloria
Gloria
Gloria
All night! All day!
All right! Okay, yeah!
You were my queen and I was your fool
Riding home after school
You took me home, yeah
To your house
Your father's at work
Your mama's out shopping around
Took me into your room
Showed me your thing
Why d'you do it, babe?
A-getting softer, slow it down
Softer, get it down
Now you show me your thing...yeah
Wrap your legs around my neck
Wrap your arms around my feet
Wrap your hair around my skin
I'm gonna...
It's getting harder
It's getting too darn fast
It's getting harder
Alright! Come on, darling, let's get it on...
Whoa, too late! Too late! Too late
Too late! Too late! Too late
It's...Stop!...Oh
Make me feel alright, babe
G-L-O-R-I-A
G-L-O-R-I-A
Gloria
All night
All day
All right
Okay
Keep the whole thing going, babe!
All right
All right
Fuck
Aaaaaaaaaahuh!
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