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!