The Art Of Making Love - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Art of Making Love. Sung by C. P. Hyland. 
Now, the very first time I fell in love, I had much cause to rue it, She said, good-bye, you look so shy, You don't know how to do it; But I have been a lot of pretty sights, And learned in the proper way, And when you meet a nice young girl. Make love to her this way-
Chorus. Have a kiss for a start, and squeeze her little heart, She cries out, George, give over; You have a nice little talk and a quiet little walk. And roll her in the clover. The moon is not out, there is no one about, You squeeze her tiny glove; Come, tell me plain, if you know a better game Than my art of making love. 
I have courted girls, both short and tall. And nearly courted forty, But every miss I tried to kiss, They cry, for shame, 'tis naughty; But never mind, now bear in mind, You cannot blame the man-First they tease you, And then they squeeze you. Make love whene'er you can.-Chorus.