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

She's always a lady

Just like a lady should be

But when we turn out the light

She's still a baby to me

And when we get behind closed doors

Then she lets her hair hang down

And she makes me glad that I'm her man

Oh, no one knows what goes on behind those doors

My baby makes me smile

Lord, don't he make me smile

He's never far away

Or too tired to say, "I want you"

Oh, and people love to talk

Lord, don't they love to talk

But when they turn out the lights

I know he'll be leaving with me

And when we get behind closed doors

Then I let my hair hang down

And he makes me glad that he's my man

Oh, no one knows what goes on behind those doors

Ooh, and when we get behind closed doors

Then I let my hair hang down

And he makes me glad that he's my man

Oh, no one knows what goes on behind those doors

No one knows what goes on behind those doors