Lletres: Van Morrison. Too Long In Exile. Gloria.

She come 'round here 'bout midnight
She come 'round here 'bout midnight

Make me feel so good
Every night about midnight
Come around
Make me feel alright

Walking down the street
She knock on my door
Walking down the street
She knock on my door

Come in my room, room
Make me feel so good
[Incomprehensible] woman do

Well, why did you make me feel alright?
She's a natural born woman
Natural born soul sender

Natural born woman
Natural born soul sender
Come here 'bout midnight, yeah, yeah, yeah

Did I tell you about my baby?
[Incomprehensible] she comes around
Five feet four
From her head to the ground

Comes around here
Just about midnight
Why she makes me feel so good?
Make me feel alright

And her name is G L O R I A
G L O R I A, G L O R I A
G L O R I A, G L O R I A
Gonna shout it every night
Gon' shout it every day, okay then

Oh, midnight, midnight, midnight
She come around here
She make me feel alright about midnight

Walking down on the street
She come, knock on my door
Knock, knock on my door

Then come in my room
Make me feel alright
Feel, feel, feel, feel

Feel, feel, alright, alright
She's a sender, she's a lover
She's a sender, she's a killer

What's her name?
Her name is Gloria
G L O R I A, G L O R I A

Gon' shout it every night
Gon' shout it every day

G L O R I A, G L O R I A
I wan' shout it every night
I wan' shout it every day
And every day

And every day
And every day, child
And every day, child

Every day
Make me feel good
Make me feel good
Feel, feel
Mamma look me, feel, feel, good, good

[Incomprehensible]