My baby makes me proudLord, don't she make me proudShe never makes a sceneBy hanging all over me in a crowdCause people like to talkLord, don't they love to talkBut when they turn out the lightsI know she'll be leaving with meAnd when we get behind closed doorsWhen we get behind closed doorsAnd she lets her hair hang downAnd she makes me glad that I'm a manOh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doorsguitar soloMy baby makes me proudMy baby makes me smileLord, how she makes me smileShe's never far awayOr too tired to sayI want youShe's always a ladyJust like a lady should beBut when they turn out the lightsShe's still a baby to meCause when we get behind closed doorsWhen she lets her hair hang downAnd she makes me glad that I'm a manOh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doorsOh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doorsOh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors