| Don’t that moon look pretty
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| Shining down through the trees?
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| Don’t that shining moon look pretty, baby
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| Shining down through the trees?
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| You know I could see my baby, Lord, Lord
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| When she don’t see me
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| Sometimes she calls me her little boy
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| Sometimes I call her my little girl
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| Sometimes she calls me her little boy
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| Sometimes I call her my little girl
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| You know, when she goes to kiss me
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| She makes me feel out of this world
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| Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window
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| Just to see how sweet she snored
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| Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window
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| Just to see how sweet she snored
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| You know she make me feel like jumping, Lord, Lord
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| Through the key hole in the door |