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 love to talk,
Lord don’t they love to talk!
But when they turn out the lights,
I know she’ll be leaving with me!

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 with me!

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!

Oh no one knows
What goes on behind closed doors!
( behind closed doors! behind closed doors! )
Behind closed doors!