My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud   She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd  'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how they love to talk  But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me    CHORUS:  And when we get behind closed doors  Then she lets her hair hang down  And she makes me glad I'm a man  Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.  My, behind closed doors.    My baby makes me smile, Lord don't she make me smile  She's never too far away or too tired to say