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