BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Writer Kenny O’Dell
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 like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me CHORUS: And when we get behind closed doors Then she lets her hair hang down And she makes me glad I'm a man Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. My, behind closed doors. My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile She's never too 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. Repeat chorus
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