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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 love 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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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 with me! |
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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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Oh no one knows |
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What goes on behind closed doors! |
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( behind closed doors! behind closed doors! ) |
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Behind closed doors! |
