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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! |
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