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
'CAUSE 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...