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