BOB'S MUSIC PLAYER

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

By: Charlie Rich

My baby makes proud, Lord don't she make me proud!
She never makes a scene by hangin' all over me in a crowd!
'Cause people like to talk, Lord don't they love to talk!
But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leavin' with me!

And when we get behind closed doors,
when 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 to me!

'Cause when we get behind closed doors,
when 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!

Behind closed doors!