There is a door, a padlocked door,
in place for security.
So lovely and desirable,
but closed it's meant to be.
The door is guarding a priceless gift,
and Girl, you hold the key.

Hold firmly your integrity;
Don't open the door to calamity.
You are the keeper of your purity.
Hey, Girl, you hold the key!

Behind the door is a trusting heart
and a love that is meant to be.
Designed by God for man and wife--
a gift for pleasure and posterity--
not to be shared before its time,
Hold fast, Girl, to that key.

Hold firmly your integrity.
Don't open the door to calamity.
You are the keeper of your purity.
Hey, Girl, you hold the key!