Uploaded August 2011 | Updated September 2026, 9 hours ago

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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 leaving with me

And when we get behind closed doors
When 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

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
When 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