Patti Smith - Gloria Lyrics
Jesus died for somebodys sins but not mineMeltin in a pot of thievesWild card up my sleeveThick heart of stoneMy sins my ownThey belong to me, mePeople say beware!But I dont careThe words are justRules and regulations to me, meI-i walk in a room, you know I look so proudIm movin in this here atmosphere, well, anythings allowedAnd I go to this here party and I just get boredUntil I look out the window, see a sweet young thingHumpin on the parking meter, leanin on the parking meterOh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fineAnd I got this crazy feeling and then Im gonna ah-ah make her mineOoh Ill put my spell on herHere she comesWalkin down the streetHere she comesComin through my doorHere she comesCrawlin up my stairHere she comesWaltzin through the hallIn a pretty red dressAnd oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fineAnd I got this crazy feeling that Im gonna ah-ah make her mineAnd then I hear this knockin on my doorHear this knockin on my doorAnd I look up into the big tower clockAnd say, oh my God heres midnight!And my baby is walkin through the doorLeanin on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plungeAnd oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fineAnd Im gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mineAnd I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her nameShe whispered to me, she told me her nameAnd her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is g-l-o-r-i-aG-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloriaG-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloriaI was at the stadiumThere were twenty thousand girls called their names out to meMarie and ruth but to tell you the truthI didnt hear them I didnt seeI let my eyes rise to the big tower clockAnd I heard those bells chimin in my heartGoing ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dongCounting the time, then you came to my roomAnd you whispered to me and we took the big plungeAnd oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fineAnd I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mineMake her mine make her mine make her mine make her mineG-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria,G-l-o-r-i-a gloriaAnd the tower bells chime, ding dong they chimeTheyre singing, jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine.Gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a,Gloria g-l-o-r-i-a, g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloriaG-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria,G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria,G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria .
