The Doors - Gloria

The Doors - Gloria

Gloria

The Doors

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

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, baby?

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, baby

Gloria

Keep the whole thing going, baby!
All right
All right
Fuck