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Behind Closed Doors
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My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
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'Cause people like to talk
Lord, don't they like to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know he'll be leavin' with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then I let my hair hang down
He makes me glad that I'm a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
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My baby makes me smile
Lord, don't he make me smile
He's never far away
Or too tired to say I want you
And I'm always a lady
Just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights
He's still my baby to me
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And when we get behind closed doors
Then I let my hair hang down
Oh, he makes me glad I'm a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
oh, behind closed doors
I let my hair hang down
I'm glad that I'm a woman
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors
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Behind closed doors
I let my hair hang down
He makes me glad I'm a woman
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors
And when we get behind closed doors
Then I let my hair hang down
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(Kenny O'Dell)
Copyright © 2000
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