(Kenny O'Dell)
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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 hanging all over me in a crowd
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'Cause people like 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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And 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, 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 to me
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'Cause 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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Behind closed doors
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Behind Closed Doors
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| Charlie Rich |
