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!
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I Learned About Love From Her
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| Cab Calloway |
