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 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 partic'lar 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 am not close To the kiss 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 I fancy, I fancy the face I face. For Sharon I'm caring but Susan I'm choosing, I'm faithful to those whos'n is here. When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.
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