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