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

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My baby makes me smile Lord can 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...
Behind closed doors