Oh my
heart is beating wildly
an d it's all because you're here.
When I'm not near the girl
I love,
I love the girl I'm near.
Everything that flut ters by me
is a flame that must be fanned
When I cannot fondle
the hand that I'm fond of,
I fondle the hand at hand
My heart's in a pickle,
it's con stantly fickle
and not to particle, I fear
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near
What if they're small
or slender?
What if they're tall or tender?
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 booze -em
I'm confessing a confession
An d I hope I'm not verb ose
When I am 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 am not facing the face that I fancy
I fancy the face I face
For sharing, I'm caring
But soothing, I'm choosing
I'm faithful to who's and is here
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near