(Kenny O'Dell)      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 let's her hair hang down   And she makes me glad that I'm a man   Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.      --- Instrumental ---      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 my baby to me.      'Cause when we get behind closed doors   Then she let's her hair hang down   And she makes me glad I'm a man   Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.      Behind closed doors...