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