Behind Closed Doors

It's Friday night, you're out on the prowl She's not on your mind while you're going to town She's given you more than that drink in your hand Saying goodbye is in the back of your head But now you're alone What else is there to do You got this fire burning inside of you You call her up to say your love is true But that ain't the truth When your hands miss more than your heart And your thoughts don't tear you apart You gotta think for a moment, your soul ain't broken Your heart's not knocked on the floor You only want more Of what's behind closed doors You remember the times you drove each other insane There's no room for love when lust is on the brain You forget all the fights, how much you swore You only remember that red dress she wore She doesn't pick up You wonder what's wrong You figured your call would just turn her on You're feeling so low, you miss her so That's only partially so When your hands miss more than your heart And your thoughts don't tear you apart You gotta think for a moment, your soul ain't broken Your heart's not knocked on the floor You only want more Of what's behind closed doors So take my advice, go back to the start When you think of making love you better make love to her heart When your hands miss more than your heart And your thoughts don't tear you apart You gotta think for a moment, your soul ain't broken Your heart's not knocked on the floor You only want more, yeah! When your hands miss more than your heart And your thoughts don't tear you apart You gotta think for a moment, your soul ain't broken Your heart's not knocked on the floor You only want more Yeah you only want more Of what's behind closed doors Of what's behind closed doors