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 we let out hair hang down 
And she makes me glad that I m 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 to 
     She’s always a lady  just like a lady should be 
     But when they turn out the lights  She still a baby to me 
Cause when we get behind closed doors 
Then we let out hair hang down 
And she makes me glad that I m man 
Oh no one knows what goes on, behind closed doors

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