Always look super slim
neat and tidy slick and spam
Wear fitted clothes tight to the skin
Clear the kids toys up before he came in
Be at his beck and call
But that’s not all
Yes sir, no sir
He didn’t care
His other women
So glad they were there
Big relief when he wasn’t here
Divorced at twenty three
Forty years ago
Left with two babies
Them and me!
Behind closed doors
You couldn’t see the sores!

Now I learn
With Much discern
A friend has been going through
Just like What I went through
Behind closed doors!
You couldn’t see the sores!

Well she’s a mess
I say, I bless
Emaciated
Confused
Battered and bruised
No one knew
Behind closed doors
You can’t see the sores!

His control
He did foil
But she always looked so good
Behind closed doors
You can’t see the sores!

Why would we suspect?
but I guess we should
It all came to no good!
Our old friend our bud
We tried to pull her up, but Twas no good
She’s a broken woman
A damaged soul
Behind closed doors
You just can’t see the sores!