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 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

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'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

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

Behind closed doors