Then she lets her hair hang down
'Cause when we get behind closed doors
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk
And when we get behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile
She's always a lady, just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
She's never far away or too tired to say "I want you"
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad I'm a man
But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me
