Behind Closed Doors

My baby makes me proud Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene By hangin' all over me in a crowd Cause people like to talk Lord don't they love to talk But when they turn out the lights I know she'll be leavin' with me Cause when we get behind closed doors And 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's 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 to me Cause when we get behind closed doors And 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 Behind closed doors...