Don't that moon look pretty, shining down through the trees?
don't that shining moon look pretty, baby, shining down through the trees?
You know I could see my baby, Lord, Lord, when she don't see me

Sometimes she calls me her little boy, sometimes I call her my little girl
Sometimes she calls me her little boy, sometimes I call her my little girl
You know, when she goes to kiss me, she makes me feel out of this world

Lord, I tiptoed to the girl's window, just to see how sweet she snored
Lord, I tiptoed to the girl's window, just to see how sweet she snored
You know she make me feel like jumping, Lord, Lord, through the key hole in the door



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Writer(s): SAM HOPKINS