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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, don't they like to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know she'll be leaving with me

And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
She makes me glad that I'm a man
And no-one knows what goes on behind closed doors

My baby makes me feel good
Lord, don't she make me feel good
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 my baby to me

And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me feel good that I'm a man
Oh, no-one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Closed doors, closed doors

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