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Behind Closed Doors Lyrics: My baby makes me proud / Lord, don't she make me proud / She never makes a scene / By hangin' all over me in a crowd / 'Cause people like to talk /...
Mar 17, 2018 · Behind Closed Doors - Charlie Rich (with lyrics) 'Behind Closed Doors' by Charlie Rich, originally released in 1973. Leave a like and subscribe for more Thanks for watching and enjoy!...
Behind Closed Doors Lyrics by Charlie Rich from the Grammy's Greatest Country, Vol. 2 album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Caus….
Jul 4, 2006 · Behind Closed Doors Lyrics: Chairs thrown and tables toppled / Hands armed with broken bottles / Standing no chance to win but / We're not running, we're not running / There's a point I...
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Charlie Rich Lyrics. "Behind Closed Doors". My baby makes me proud. Lord, don't she make me proud. She never makes a scene. By hangin' all over me in a crowd. 'Cause people like to talk. Lord, don't they love to talk. But when they turn out the lights.
Aug 9, 2011 · My Baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud She never makes a scene, by hangin' all over me in a crowd'Cause people like to talk, Lord, don't they ...
'Cause people like to talk, Lord, don't they love to talk. But when they turn out the lights. I know she'll be leaving with me. And when we get behind closed doors. Then she lets 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.
May 26, 2021 · Behind Closed Doors by Charlie Rich - 1973 (with lyrics) "Behind Closed Doors" is a country song written by Kenny O'Dell, and first recorded by Charlie Rich for his 1973 album Behind Closed...
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Behind closed doors. Black eyes, broken fingers, Blood drips and I let it run Down my lips into my swollen gums. When hope is non-existent, Our instincts all scream "Run", We never turn our backs or even bite our tongues. Although we have no obligation to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here
Lord, don′t she make me proud. She never makes a scene. By hangin' all over me in a crowd. ′Cause people like to talk. Lord, don't they love to talk. But when they turn out the lights. I know she'll be leavin′ with me. And when we get behind closed doors. Then she lets her hair hang down. And she makes me glad that I′m a man.
