Is this what it's like to
be mortal?
Is every girl the only girl?
I'm beginning to like it.
Oh, my heart is beating wildly
And it's all because you're here
When I'm not near
the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.
Every fem that flutters by me
is a flame that must be fanned.
When I can't fondle
the hand I'm fond of,
I fondle the hand that hand.
My heart's in a pickle.
It's constantly fickle,
and not too particle, I fear.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.
What if they're tall or tender?
What if they're small or slender?
Long as they've got that gender
I surrender
Always I can't refuse them
Always my feet pursue them
Long as they've got a bosom,
I woozum.
I'm confessing a confession,
and I hope I'm not the
most.
When I'm not close to
the kiss that I cling to,
I cling to the kiss that's close
as I'm more and more a mortal
I am more and more a case
when I'm not facing
the face that I fancy
I fancy the face I face for Sharon I'm caring,
but Susan I'm choosing.
I'm faithful to who's in his ear,
when I'm not near,
the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm
near. you