My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proudShe never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talkBut when they turn out the lightsI know she'll be leaving with meAnd when we get behind closed doorsThen she lets her hair hang downAnd she makes me glad that I'm a manOh no one knows what goes on behind closed doorsMy baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smileShe's never too far away or too tired to say I want youShe's always a lady, just like a lady should beBut when they turn out the lightsShe's still a baby to me'Cause when we get behind closed doorsThen she lets her hair hang downAnd she makes me glad that I'm a manOh no one knows what goes on behind closed doorsBehind closed doors