Lyrics:
Closed doors and stuffy places
Pretty scars and shameless faces
I, I, I, wanna go somewhere
Where no one digs at my skin
You judge me by the things
hair hang down
And she makes me glad that im her man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile
Lord, dont she make
When the moon is high
And the sun is shy
Bobby's mom and dad
Tie him to his bed
As the hour strikes twelve
Bobby frees himself
From behind he stares
Closed doors
Woke up in the middle of the night
From a bad nightmare
You weren't by my side
But you wouldnt care
I couldn't move
They were
love to talk
But when they turn out the lights I know he'll be leavin' with me
And when we get behind closed doors and I let my hair hang down
hair hang down
And she makes me glad that im her man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile
Lord, dont she make
hammer, not talking bout trials
Talk crazy behind closed doors, but open - it's all smiles
Mastered versatility - kill every track, every style
Now they
7-4
No one knows what happened here
Behind the closed curtain doors
Don't ask me now to tell the tale
It's different lies and hidden thoughts
No one
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Writer Kenny O'Dell
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in
We've got bills, we've got obligations, two kids and they both need braces
Two cars, and a mortgage payment, man growing up is just so overrated
By
We will ensure that our government never opens the door to the use of cloning for human reproduction
It is dangerous, profoundly wrong and has no
jeans
Will you stay by my side like Siamese
Day after day
Night after night
Spent all my life tryna fight
Behind these closed doors, shit get cold
It's
lips tell lies
She has secrets to hide
Behind closed doors she cries
She has parties every day
Mum and dad are always away
Boys will come and boys will
falling falling Falling as far as the core
Crying balling sobbing dying
You don't know what waits behind Them closed doors
Them closed Doors baby if you
the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib
Friday fighting
Oh, it's Friday and I'm fighting
Let it all out on someone who doesn't know
What's behind these closed doors
But it's Friday, I'll be
Ricky Bobby
Oops, I mean Will Ferrell, Ricky Bobby
I'ma get the bag they didn't stop me
One thing I didn't know behind closed doors
She was a freak ho
the closed doors
Now I apply pressure like I got the force
And I made these plays so of course I'm a score
And I'm a let this shit play out I'm a give it
they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights,
I know she'll be leaving with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang
how they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights,
I know she'll be leaving with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her
how they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights,
I know she'll be leaving with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her
the eggs, feathers all on the floor
Before there were six, but now there's only four
Don't judge me by the state of my poultry, behind closed doors we're all
alone behind closed doors
You left me forever wanting more
Now I'm alone behind closed doors
Now I'm out here traveling alone
Finding empty bars just
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
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