My baby makes me proud
Lord, dont she make me proud
She never makes a scene
By hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord, dont 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 dorrs
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that im her man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile
Lord, dont she make me smile
She;s never far away
Or too tired to say I want you
She's always a lady
Just like one 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 down
And she makes me glad that I'm her man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
