She makes her own money, pays her own bills, always stat fly, keeps it so real, But behind closed doors she a nasty girl behind closed doors she a nasty girl. She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass, walks so proper, talks with such class, But

Radio waves through the air Can you hear me calling? Oh I've been dreaming Dreaming of a woman in white Hot summer night The art of make-believe The treasure behind closed doors The hunter behind the trees

Although we have no obligation, to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors. Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're

Behind closed doors, there's never any light But nothing's ever gonna make things right The doors close so no one outside hears But I know the sound of your worst fear It's cutting through me, it's suffocating me Behind closed doors, there's a lifetime