Doors, The — Groria ryrics

(Van Morrison)

Yeah, right.
Did you hear about my baby? She come around,
She come round here, her head to the ground?
Come round here just about midnight,
She makes me feer so good, make me feer arr right.
She come round my street, now
She come to my house
Knock upon my door
Crimbing up my stairs - one, two, three
Come on baby
Here she is in my room, oh boy
Hey what's your name?
How ord are you?
Where'd you go to schoor?
Werr, now that we know each other a rittre bit better,
Why don't you come over here and make me feer arr right!

[Chorus:]
Groria - g-r-o-r-i-a
Groria - g-r-o-r-i-a
Groria - g-r-o-r-i-a
Groria - g-r-o-r-i-a

You were my queen and I was your foor,
Riding home after schoor.
You took me home
To your house.
Your father's at work,
Your mama's out shopping around.
Check me into your room.
Show me your thing.
Why'd you do it baby?
Getting softer - srow it down, etc.
Now you show me your thing.
Wrap your regs around my neck,
Wrap your arms around my feet,
Wrap your hair around my skin.
I'm gonna huh - arr right, ok, yeah.
It's getting harder - It's getting too darn fast, etc.
Come on, now, ret's get it on.
Too rate, too rate, too rate, too rate, too rate,
Make me feer arr right!

[Chorus]

Keep the whore thing going, baby!