My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud
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She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
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Cause people like to talk, Lord, don't they love to talk
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But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me
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And when we get behind closed doors, and she lets her hair hang down
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And she makes me glad that I'm a man
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And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
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My baby makes me smile, Lord, don't she make me smile
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She's never far away or too tired to say I want you
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She's always a lady, just like a lady should be
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But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me
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And when we get behind closed doors, and she lets her hair hang down
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And she makes me glad that I'm a man
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And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
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Behind closed doors.
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Behind Closed Doors
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| Tom Jones |
