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Behind Closed Doors (Letra)

R. Kelly

R. Kelly

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(kenny o’dell)

My baby makes me proud
Lord, don’t he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin’ all over me in a crowd

‘cause people like to talk
Lord, don’t they like to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know he’ll be leavin’ with me

And when we get behind closed doors
Then i let my hair hang down
He makes me glad that i’m a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors

My baby makes me smile
Lord, don’t he make me smile
He’s never far away
Or too tired to say i want you

And i’m always a lady
Just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights
He’s still my baby to me

And when we get behind closed doors
Then i let my hair hang down
Oh, he makes me glad i’m a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Oh, behind closed doors
I let my hair hang down
I’m glad that i’m a woman
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Behind closed doors
I let my hair hang down
He makes me glad i’m a woman
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

And when we get behind closed doors
Then i let my hair hang down

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Behind Closed Doors (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

My baby makes me proud
Lord, don’t he make me proud
He never makes a scene
Hangin’ all over me in a crowd
‘cause people like to talk
Lord, don’t they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know he’ll be leavin’ with me
Chorus:

And when we get behind closed doors
Then we let out hair hang down
Then he makes me glad that he’s my man
And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors

My baby makes me smile
Lord, don’t he make me smile
I’m never far away
Or too tired to say i want to
I’m purring like a kitten
When e’s out in public with me
But when they turn out the lights
He brings out the tiger in me

Repeat chorus

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Behind closed doors

Behind Closed Doors (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

My baby makes me proud,
Lord don’t she make me proud!
She never makes a scene
By hangin’ all over me in a crowd!

‘cause people love to talk,
Lord don’t they love to talk!
But when they turn out the lights,
I know she’ll be leaving with me!

When we get behind closed doors,
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that i’m a man . . .
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors!

My baby makes me smile,
Lord don’t she make me smile!
She’s never far away
Or too tired to say "i want you!"

She’s always a lady
Just like a lady should be!
But when they turn out the lights,
She’s still a baby with me!

When we get behind closed doors,
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that i’m a man . . .
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors!

Oh no one knows
What goes on behind closed doors!
( behind closed doors! behind closed doors! )
Behind closed doors!

Behind Closed Doors (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Chorus: repeat 2x

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Hereos turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out

[pharoahe monch]
What is a scorpion? a animal that stings, shit
I’m like a bat with blood comin out the wings
You should never in your wildest dreams
Shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of queens
Strong wicked, in the lex on the celly
Now you gettin fucked without the k-y jelly
How i made it you salivated over my calibrated
Raps that validated my ghetto credibility
Still i be packin agilities unseen
F’realla my killin abilities unclean facilities
For more than military tactics obscene extreme confidential
My exterior serene with the potential of a killin machine
Ex-marine you drag queen, we tag team
Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends
The fuck you lookin in my face for nigga?
I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures

Chorus

[pharoahe monch]
Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck
Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up
Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches
If she manages to damages, put her in bandages
The amateurs – bananas is the unaninmous way we choose to live scandalous
Even with doorknobs you couldn’t handle this
Pharoahe’s the host, the audience, and the motherfuckin panelist
My mic’s equipped with laser sights so that the man’ll miss
Never you devils, my level’s that of a high evolutionary rebel
Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble
You comin with the corn shit that get forwarded
Like bitches lickin clitoris in a porn flick

Chorus

Behind Closed Doors (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Open up and reveal what’s goin’ on in the backroom (Uh oh)

I see you I never knew what it was you were goin’ through
But I can relate I used to wear the same shoes
So quit livin’ like a hypocrite and be real
Like an opposite of counterfeit
And you’ll feel what it is you’re really up against
Stop foolin’ yourself not foolin’ anyone else
I hope you’re getting this

Chorus

You’re not the same as you were before
Tell me what are you like behind closed doors
I can’t take this anymore
To see these people slippin’ out through the back door

So what’s the point of even trying to hide
Cause everything you do is seen by omnipotent eyes
So come outside and leave behind
Don’t be satisfied with the backslide we on the flipside
Sometimes it’s so easy to cheat
But the only one’s you’re cheatin’ are just you and the Chief
It ain’t just a belief He’ll be back like a thief
You better breathe get your things and leave
I know you will eventually

When you gonna come out to play
When you gonna come out to stay
When you gonna come out to say
That you’ll never turn the other way

Behind Closed Doors (Letra)

Diana Ross

Diana Ross

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Written by new order

There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes

At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyone’s asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesn’t wanna keep
Behind closed doors
They’re in retreat

I don’t know what makes me stay
The city life just ain’t the same
There’s something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
There’s no hope
No one to trust
I can’t cope
It’s obvious
Please don’t take my drugs away
I’m gonna give them up someday

There is a place somewhere
That i could call a home
I’d live without a care
I’d never be alone
One day i will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors

Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors