(Kenny O'Dell)

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 like to talk
Lord, don't they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know she'll be leavin' with me.

'Cause when we get behind closed doors
And 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, 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 to me.

'Cause when we get behind closed doors
And 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.

Behind closed doors...