Midnight, one more night without sleeping,
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Watching till the morning comes creeping.
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Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
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There's an old piano
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And they play it hot behind the green door;
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Don't know what they're doing
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But they laugh a lot behind the green door.
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Wish they'd let me in
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So I could find out what's behind the green door.
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Knocked once, tried to tell them I'd been there;
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Door slammed, hospitality's thin there.
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Wonder just what's going on in there.
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Saw an eyeball peeping
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Through a smoky cloud behind the green door;
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When I said "Joe sent me"
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Someone laughed out loud behind the green door.
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All I want to do
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Is join the happy crowd behind the green door.
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Midnight, one more night without sleeping,
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Watching till the morning comes creeping.
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Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
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Green door what's that secret you're keeping?
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Green door!
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Written By BOB DAVIE, MARVIN MOORE
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Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC
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The Green Door
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| Jim Lowe |
