My baby makes me proud,
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lord don't she make me proud!
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She never makes a scene
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by hangin' all over me in a crowd!
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'Cause people love to talk,
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lord don't they love to talk!
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But when they turn out the lights,
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I know she'll be leaving with me!
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When we get behind closed doors,
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then she lets her hair hang down
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and she makes me glad that I'm a man . . .
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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 she make me smile!
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She's never far away
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or too tired to say "I want you!"
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She's 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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she's still a baby with me!
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When we get behind closed doors,
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then she lets her hair hang down
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and she makes me glad that I'm a man . . .
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Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors!
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Oh no one knows
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what goes on behind closed doors!
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( Behind closed doors! Behind closed doors! )
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Behind closed doors!
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Behind Closed Doors
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| Perry Como |
