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

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

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 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

behind closed doors...