Behind Closed Doors

My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't he make me proud

He 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 he'll be leaving with me

And when we get behind closed doors

Then we let our hair hang down

And he makes me glad I'm a girl

Oh, no one knows what goes behind closed doors

My baby makes me smile, Lord, don't he make me smile

I'm never far away or too tired to say I want to

I'm purring like a kitten when he's out in public with me

But when they turn out the lights he brings out the tiger in me

And when we get behind closed doors

We can let our hair hang down

And he makes me glad that he's my man

Oh and no one knows what goes behind closed doors

Behind closed doors