From the 1912 musical “The Girl From Montmartre”
Words by Harry B. Smith
Music by F. Wagner
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. A girl as innocent as you, my dear
Should not be out alone
My convent education seems a handicap I own
But you’re experienced and clever, too
On you she may depend
If you will trust to my advice
I’d gladly be your friend
Why is it when he takes my hand
With blushes red I burn?
It’s very evident, my dear, you have a lot to learn
You have a lot to learn
Refrain:
Love is a game, shy little maid
I’ll teach you how it should be played
Watch me miss Innocence
Then you’ll experience moment’s of bliss
Something like this
Look in his eyes, something like this
Sigh tender sighs, something like this
Closely cling nigh to him
Do not deny to him
One little kiss, something like this
2. You girls learn nothing in your boarding school
Of any sort of use
I’ve studied all that they could teach
And still I’m such a goose
Her education I shall soon complete
And love shall be her school
Just love the ones who love you, dear
For that’s the golden rule
Why is it when he’s near to me
My head it seems to turn?
My dear you don’t know you’re alive
You have so much to learn
I have so much to learn
Refrain:
Love is a game, you must begin
With certain rules, you’re sure to win
See thus your head you rest
Here on his manly chest
Pray never miss a chance like this
Arm ’round you waist, something like this
Closely embraced, something like this
Coo like a turtle dove
Words that all lovers love
End with a kiss, something like this