Translation of the song lyrics Bag Lukkede Døre - Johnson

Bag Lukkede Døre (original)

For mig er hun en åben bog — ligger og læser kropsprog
Jeg er hendes bedsteven, fuck-buddy og hendes psykolog
Hun gider ikk' sin kæreste mer'
Si’r, hun vil meget hellere være her, ja
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Har hende op af væggen, mens vi begge ryger pinde
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Lander hun i min seng, kommer hun aldrig hjem
Prøver at få hende ud af døren, men hun gider ikk' at gå
Forklarer hende, at jeg har en anden bitch, der kommer kl.
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Det tænder hende bare — det ku' være så rart
Hvis hun nu måt' slik' en pige, mens hun blev kneppet af Marc
Jeg ved, hende den anden chick er klar nok
Men inden hun kommer, syn’s jeg lige vi to skal varm' op
Starte op, sætter farten op, hun giver snart op
Jeg er på den, som jeg har drukket ti kopper nede fra Starbucks
Kl.
14 står der to piger nede ved porten
Hun tog en veninde med og spørg', om det' i orden
Et par blunts senere er vi alle basket
I badet og bli' vasket og start' med natek hattrick
For mig er hun en åben bog — ligger og læser kropsprog
Jeg er hendes bedsteven, fuck-buddy og hendes psykolog
Hun gider ikk' sin kæreste mer'
Si’r, hun vil meget hellere være her, ja
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Har hende op af væggen, mens vi begge ryger pinde
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Lander hun i min seng, kommer hun aldrig hjem
Prøver at få dem ud af døren, men de gider ikk' at skrid'
Selvom jeg forklarer dem, at jeg har en studietid
Lad mig vide, at de kan bli' og gøre rent
Fra gårsdagens slag, vaske tøj, handle ind og bage en kage
Stryge mit lagen, hente noget Mary Jane og tørre støvet af
Fikse min vandhane, skifte mit tag og ordne bilen
Lad dem gå amok, jeg smutter, mens de ikk…
Inde i elevatoren, ned til kælderen, hopper op i min truck
Et par minutter før jeg ankommer, føler jeg
Der' noget galt, kan ikk' sæt' fingeren på det, så jeg skynder mig
Parkere, åben døren, jeg kan stadigvæk ikk' huske det
Lige indtil jeg ser alle de bitches, jeg glemte i studiet
For mig er hun en åben bog — ligger og læser kropsprog
Jeg er hendes bedsteven, fuck-buddy og hendes psykolog
Hun gider ikk' sin kæreste mer'
Si’r, hun vil meget hellere være her, ja
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Har hende op af væggen, mens vi begge ryger pinde
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Lander hun i min seng, kommer hun aldrig hjem
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Har hende op af væggen, mens vi begge ryger pinde
Bag lukkede døre ta’r jeg mig så godt af hende
Lander hun i min seng, kommer hun aldrig hjem

Bag Lukkede Døre (translation)

To me, she is an open book — lying and reading body language
I am her best friend, fuck-buddy and her psychologist
She doesn't like her partner anymore
Si'r, she'd much rather be here, yes
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
Have her up off the wall while we both smoke sticks
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
If she lands in my bed, she'll never come home
Trying to get her out the door, but she doesn't want to go
Explaining to her that I have another bitch coming at
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It just turns her on — it could be so nice
Now if she has to 'lick' a girl while being fucked by Marc
I know her the other chick is ready enough
But before she comes, I think the two of us need to warm up
Starting up, picking up speed, she soon gives up
I'm on it like I've had ten cups down from Starbucks
At
14 there are two girls down by the gate
She brought a friend and asked if it was okay
A few blunts later, we're all basketball
In the bath and get washed and start with natek hat trick
To me, she is an open book — lying and reading body language
I am her best friend, fuck-buddy and her psychologist
She doesn't like her partner anymore
Si'r, she'd much rather be here, yes
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
Have her up off the wall while we both smoke sticks
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
If she lands in my bed, she'll never come home
Trying to get them out the door but they don't want to go
Although I explain to them that I have a study time
Let me know they can stay and clean
From yesterday's fight, laundry, shopping and baking a cake
Iron my sheet, pick up some Mary Jane and wipe off the dust
Fix my faucet, replace my roof and fix the car
Let them go wild, I slip while they ikk…
Inside the elevator, down to the basement, jump into my truck
A few minutes before I arrive, I feel
There's something wrong, I can't put my finger on it, so I hurry
Parker, open the door, I still can't remember
Right until I see all the bitches I forgot in the studio
To me, she is an open book — lying and reading body language
I am her best friend, fuck-buddy and her psychologist
She doesn't like her partner anymore
Si'r, she'd much rather be here, yes
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
Have her up off the wall while we both smoke sticks
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
If she lands in my bed, she'll never come home
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
Have her up off the wall while we both smoke sticks
Behind closed doors I take such good care of her
If she lands in my bed, she'll never come home