Yeah, right.
Did you hear about my baby? She come around,
She come round here, the head to the ground?
Come round here just about midnight,
She makes me feel so good, make me feel all right.

She come round my street, now
She come to my house and
Knock upon my door
Climbing up my stairs, one, two
[unwriteable improvisation]
Come on baby
Here she is in my room, oh boy

Hey what's your name?
How old are you?
Where'd you go to school?
Aha, yeah
Aha, yeah
Ah, ah yeah, ah yeah
Oh haa, mmm

Well, now that we know each other a little bit better,
Why don't you come over here
Make me feel all right!

Gloria, gloria
Gloria, gloria
Gloria, gloria
All night, all day
All right, okey, yey!
(Gloria, gloria)

You were my queen and I was your fool,
Riding home after school.
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, slow it down
Softer, get it down

Now you show me your thing.
Wrap your legs around my neck,
Wrap your arms around my feet, yeah
Wrap your hair around my skin.
I'm gonna huh, right, ok, yeah.

It's getting harder, it's getting too darn fast
It's getting harder

All right!
Come on, now, let's get it on.
Too late, too late, too late,
too late, too late, too late,
Can't stop, wow!
Make me feel all right!

Gloria, gloria
Gloria, gloria
All night, all day
All right, okey, yey!
Gloria, gloria

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

Writer : MORRISON, VAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing