Behind Closed Doors

My baby makes me proud...
Lord...don't she make me proud...
She never makes a scene...
By hanging all over meee...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 leaving with me...
And 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...