..My baby makes me pround. Lord, don’t she make me proud She never make a scene, By hankin’ all over me in the crowd. ‘Cause people like to talk Lord, don’t they love to talk. But when they tern out of 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 on 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 to tried to say I want you. She’s always a lady, Just like a lady should be. But when they turn out of lights. She’s sitll my 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 on one knows what, goes on behind closed doors. behind closed doors.
