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| BEHIND_CLOSED_DOORS_CHARLIE_RICH BEHIND CLOSED DOORS - CHARLIE RICH My baby makes me proud Lord, don't you make me proud She never makes a scene By 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 light I know she'll be leaving with me. And when we get behind closed doors Then she let's her hair hang down And she makes me glad that I'm a man Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. My baby makes me smile Lord, don't she make me smile She's never far away Or too tired to say I want you 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. 'Cause when we get behind closed doors Then she let's her hair hang down And she makes me glad that I'm a man Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors Behind closed doors. a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q [ ] {w $ & > ] v @ c " . C _ C Y [ ] ] ] ArialTimes New Roman l N ^ ࡱ ; F Microsoft Works MSWorksWPDoc ࡱ ; C o m p O b j E |
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