Shining Moon

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