Let′s try this, one, two, one, two, three, four
Well, she come around here, just about midnight
Lord, she made me feel so good, she made me feel alright
And she spelled her name G-L-O-R-I-A, G-L-O-R-I-A
G-L-O-R-I-A, G-L-O-R-I-A
And that spells, that spells, ah, Gloria!
Gloria, Gloria, Gloria
I said, ah, Gloria, yeah-yeah
Now she come around to my house, just about midnight
And, ah, she walks up to my street and knocks on my door
She comes up my stairs now, can you dig it
And knock on my one more time door again
She comes across my room, and I'm layin′ up there sleeping
She kiss me on my belly, she make me feel like plum-belly
And said our, ah, hey! Baby, hey-hey-hey-hey baby, whoa, baby
I come to, come to make love to you
And I say, ah, hey girl, what's your name?
Said that don't make no difference anyway
Well, in the meantime, while I play to you
You can call me Gloria, Gloria now, Gloria, Gloria
And she make me feel so good
Whoa, and it feel so good baby, oh, make it feel so good, ha
Make me lose my voice, yeah, it′s alright baby, hey baby
And I called her, I say woo-hey, yeah
Yeah, you sure make me feel good, baby
I′m sure some of y'all out there got some girls name Gloria
Like Mitch Mitchell has one named Gloria, and I have seen it all happen
You know, we were at a scene one night, and I see this little book-a-bear come around
She looked like a draggin′ in her Carlisle, her hair was like, that long
But anyway I see her walk up the stair, walk up to his room and she said
Hey baby, I think my job is to make love to you, and he played his drums
Yeah, yeah, aha-ha-ha, you see, ah, I gotta explain this to you
He didn't know she was coming, it′s alright, yeah
Noel Redding also got a girl named Gloria
She looks something like an alley bad boy, ain't nothin′ wrong with that
One time Noel was playing with himself, and she comes knockin' on his door
And little Noel gonna take a solo on the bass, then, showing that he appreciates her love
Even though she did look like homemade scene, and her breath smelled like wet pussy
And while all that was happening, I looked out the window
And here comes the man with all the groovy grass, and here we are freakin' out man
You know we be gettin′ into somethin′ good, and we layin' back, freaking and smoking and joking
All of a sudden, I hear the man coming, the man, the cops they came in, oh, Lord, have mercy
I said hey Gloria, I think it′s time to get the hell outta here
I said Gloria, get off my chest, It's time to get outta here
I′m talking about G-L-O-R-I-A, G-L-O-R-I-A. G-L-O-R-I-A
Hey-yeah, make me feel so good, yeah, make me feel so good, baby
I'm talking about, talkin′ about, talkin' about, talkin' about Gloria! Hey!
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