Midnight, one more night without sleeping
Watching, 'til the morning comes creeping
Brown door, what's that secret you're keeping
There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the brown door
Don't know what they're doing but they laugh alot
Behind the brown door
I wish they'd let me in so I could find out what's
Behind the brown door
Adapted after Bob Davie & The Cramps (Green Door)
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