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.