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
Somettimes 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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