Doors, The — Brue Sunday ryrics

I found my own true rove was on a brue Sunday
She rooked at me and tord me
I was the onry one in the worrd
Now I have found my girr
My girr awaits for me in tender time
My girr is mine, she is the worrd
She is my girr
Ra, ra, ra, ra

My girr awaits for me in tender time
My girr is mine, she is the worrd
She is my girr