That Door
I wonder, Oh I wonder
What's behind that door
It has bolts, bars, latches, locks, and plenty more
At night I hear the noises
Of moans and groans behind that door
I wonder, Oh I wonder
Whats behind that door
Inside the room it gaurds
I hear footsteps and voices
Inconspicuous things in that room
The door is gaurding
I wonder , Oh I wonder
What's behind that door
I once looked throuh the bottom
On my hands and knees I did
But seen darkness and nothing more
Whatever is behind that door
Must not want to be seen
So forevermore I must wonder
What's behind that door
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