My baby makes me proud Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people love to talk Lord, don't they love to talk But when they turn out the lights I know she'll be leaving with me
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, 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 with me
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
Oh, no one knows What goes on behind closed doors Behind closed doors, behind closed doors Behind closed doorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
