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Behind Closed Doors
My
baby makes me proud,
Lord, don't she make me proud!
She never makes a
scene
by hanging all over me in a crowd!
'Cause people
love to talk,
Lord, don't they
love to talk!
But when they
turn out the lights,
I know she'll be leaving with me!
But, when we get
behind closed doors,
then she lets her
hair hang down
and she makes me glad that I'm a man . . .
Oh no one knows
what goes on behind closed doors!
My baby makes me
smile,
lord don't she
make me smile!
She never far
away
or too tired to say "I want you!"
She's always a
lady
just like a lady
should be!
But when they
turn out the lights,
she's still a baby with me!
But, when we get
behind closed doors,
then she lets her
hair hang down
and she makes me glad that I'm a man . . .
Oh no one knows
what goes on behind closed doors!
Oh no one knows
what goes on
behind closed doors!
( Behind closed doors! Behind closed doors! )
Behind closed doors!