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
AND WHEN WE GET
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
THEN 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
AND WHEN WE GET
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
THEN 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