Behind Closed Doors

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