BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Writer Kenny O'Dell

My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a
crowd 'Cause people like to talk,
Lord, how they love to talk But when they turn out
the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me CHORUS:
And when we get behind closed doors Then she lets her
hair hang down And she makes me glad I'm a man Oh no
one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
My, behind closed doors. My baby makes me smile,
Lord don't she make me smile She's never too 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. Repeat chorus