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