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...