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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 hangin' 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 leavin' 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 |
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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 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 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 |
