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 doWhen 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 aboveWho can tell upon a given Sunday where his gal will be on Monday.Now my gal and I are far apartAnd with teardrops in my eyes, say, I realizeI didn’t learn how to mend a busted heartWhen I learned about love from her!