Behing Closed Doors

My baby makes me proud

Lord, don't he make me proud

He never makes a scene

Hanging all over me in a crowd

'Cause people like to talk

Lord, don't they love to talk

But when they turn out the lights

I know he'll be leaving with me

And when we get behind closed doors

Then we let our hair hang down

Then he makes me glad that he's my man

And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors

My baby makes me smile

Lord, don't he make me smile

I'm never far away

Or too tired to say I want to

I'm purring like a kitten

When he's out in public with me

But when they turn out the lights

He brings out the tiger in me

And when we get behind closed doors

Then we let our hair hang down

Then he makes me glad that he's my man

And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Behind closed doors