Behind Closed Doors

Baby makes me proud
Lord, don't she make me proud, 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 like to talk, they like to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know she's leaving, leaving with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair let it, let it hang down
She makes me glad that I'm a man (so, so glad)
And no one knows what goes on behind, behind closed doors
Closed doors, closed doors
My baby makes me feel good (yeah)
Lord, don't she make me feel good, make me feel good
She's never, never, never too far away
Or too tired to say "I want you" (I like that)
She's always a lady, just like a lady should be
Just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights, she's still my baby
She's going home with me
And when we get behind closed doors
And then she lets her hair let it, let it hang down
And she makes me feel glad I'm a man, oh
And no one knows what goes on behind, behind closed doors
Closed doors, closed doors
Closed doors