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

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 hairs, and she lets her hair hang down

And she makes me glad that I'm a man

And 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



And when we get behind closed doors, and she lets her hair hang down

And she makes me glad that I'm a man

And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors



Behind closed doors.