Behind Closed Doors

But when they turn out the lights
By hanging all over me in a crowd
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
'Cause people like to talk

Just like one lady should be
Then she lets her hair hang down

'Cause when we get behind closed doors
And when we get behind closed doors
Lord, don't she make me smile
I know she'll be leaving with me
She's still a baby to me
And she makes me glad that I'm her man
She never makes a scene
She's always a lady
And she makes me glad that I'm her man
But when they turn out the lights
Lord, don't they love to talk

My baby makes me smile

Then she lets her hair hang down
She's never far away

Or too tired to say, "I want you"
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors