When I'm Not Near The Girl I Love

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

What if their tall or tender, what if their small or slender

Long as the've got that gender, I s'rrender.

Always I can't refuse 'em, always my feet pursues 'em

Long as they got a bosom I woos 'em.

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 caring but Susan I'm choosing

I'm faithful to whos'n is here

When I'm not near the girl I love

I love the girl I'm near.