Lyrics

What goes on behind closed doors
Ain't the business of me any more than it is a concern of yours
Presumed to know what's happening
As people sell their souls outright for the little white lie

The secrets are seldom untold
Like the cellophane bag that you hold tightly in the palm of your hand
The all-night meetings in your darkroom
Could bring a change to your like, if you don't miss the sun in the morning

So would you care to tell me a little bit about
What goes on in your mind
The reasons I hear I cannot deny
So don't tell me I don't need to know
It doesn't feel good and I just can't follow
But we all have our needs

How many people go through hell every day
While you gaze at the mirror hiding your secret from me
And how many deals go down every day that you'll never believe
It it ain't on the television screen

So would you care to tell me a little bit about
What goes on in your mind
The reasons I hear I cannot deny
So don't tell me I don't need to know
It doesn't feel good and I just can't follow
But we all have our needs