| We met one evening when the moon was bright
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| And when she gave me the eye I thought that I would die
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| She had such curly hair and teeth of white
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| And I learned about love from her
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| And when she’d hold me in her arms so tight
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| Every kiss was like a torch, my lips, they used to scorch
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| That gal was just a mess of dynamite!
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| And I learned about love from her
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| You’ve heard about that man from Tennessee
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| Say, he came along one day and he stole my gal away;
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| Now she’s teaching him what she taught me
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| When I learned about love from her
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| At night I sit alone so sad and blue
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| Like a monkey on the shelf; |
| say, I could hang myself!
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| There’s a gang of things I didn’t learn to do
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| When I learned about love from her
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| Went to school, went to school, just to learn the game of love
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| Once a fool, stays a fool, that’s one thing I’m certain of
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| There’s no one beneath the Sun, beneath this sky above
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| Who can tell upon a given Sunday where his gal will be on Monday
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| Now my gal and I are far apart
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| And with teardrops in my eyes, say, I realize
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| I didn’t learn how to mend a busted heart
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| When I learned about love from her! |