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!
  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!