We met one evening when the moon was bright, 

And when she gave me the eye I thought that I would die, 

She had such curly hair and teeth of white, 

And I learned about love from her. 



And when she'd hold me in her arms so tight, 

Every kiss was like a torch, my lips, they used to scorch, 

That gal was just a mess of dynamite! 

And I learned about love from her. 



You've heard about that man from Tennessee, 

Say, he came along one day and he stole my gal away; 

Now she's teaching him what she taught me, 

When I learned about love from her. 



At night I sit alone so sad and blue, 

Like a monkey on the shelf; say, I could hang myself! 

There's a gang of things I didn't learn to do 

When I learned about love from her. 



Went to school, went to school, just to learn the game of love, 

Once a fool, stays a fool, that's one thing I'm certain of, 

There's no one beneath the Sun, beneath this sky above 

Who can tell upon a given Sunday where his gal will be on Monday. 



Now my gal and I are far apart 

And with teardrops in my eyes, say, I realize 

I didn't learn how to mend a busted heart 

When I learned about love from her!