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, how they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights, i know she'll be leaving with me
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And when we get behind closed doors
Then she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad i'm a man
Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
My, behind closed doors.
My baby makes me smile, lord don't she make me smile
She's never too 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.
