Gloria

Original version by Van 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! Note: Parts of this song were deleted from the recorded version for obvious reasons.