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 Hairs, and She Lets Her Hair Hang Down
And She Makes Me Glad That I´m a Man
And no One Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors

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

And When We Get Behind Closed Doors, and She Lets Her Hair Hang Down
And She Makes Me Glad That I´m a Man
And no One Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors.