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, don't they love 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 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, can'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 lady to me
And 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 Behind closed doorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
