My Baby Makes Me Proud
Lord Don't She Ma-ake Me Prou-oud
She Never Makes A Scene
By Hangin' All Over Me In A Crow-owd

'Cause People Like To Talk
Lord Don't They Lo-o-ove To Ta-alk
But When They Turn Out The Lights
I Know She'll Be Leavin' With Me

'Cause When We Get Behind Clo-osed Doors
And She Lets Her Hair Hang Down
And She Makes Me Glad That I-I'm A Ma-an
Oh No One Knows
What Goes On Behind Clo-osed Doors

My Baby Makes Me Smile
Lord Don't She Ma-ake Me Smi-ile
She's Never Far Away
Or Too Tired To Say I Want You-ou

She's Always A Lady
Just Like A Lady Should Be-ee
But When They Turn Out The Lights
She's Still A Baby To Me

'Cause When We Get Behind Clo-osed Doors
And She Lets Her Hair Hang Down
And She Makes Me Glad That I-I'm A Ma-an
Oh No One Knows
What Goes On Behind Clo-osed Doors
Behind Clo-o-osed Doors