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 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

ÔCause 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