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 love to talk

Lord, don't they love to talk

But when they turn out the lights

I know she'll be leaving with me 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 with me 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 Oh, no one knows

What goes on behind closed doors

Behind closed doors, behind closed doors

Behind closed doors