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. Ev'ry femme 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 at hand. My heart's in a pickle, It's constantly fickle And not too partickle, I fear. When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near. I'm confessing a confession And I hope I'm not verbose 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 carin', But Susan I'm choosin' I'm faithful to whos'n is here. When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.