Behind Closed Doors - Charlie Rich

My baby makes me proud.
Lord, don't she make me proud.
She never makes a scene,
by hangin over me in a crowd.
Cause people like to talk.
Lord, do people like to talk.
But when they turn out the lights.
I know she'll be leavin with me.
And when we get behind closed doors.
She lets her hair hang down.
And she makes me glad I'm a man.
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
My baby makes me proud.
Lord, don't she make me proud.
She never makes a scene
by hangin all over me in a crowd.
She's never far away
or to tired to say I love you.
She's always a lady,
just like a lady should be.
And when we get behind closed doors.
She lets her hair hang down.
And she makes me glad I'm a man.