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 particular 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 verbosе when I am not close
To the kiss I cling to, I cling to thе 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 who's in is here
When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near