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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
Everything that flutters by me
Is a flame that must be fanned
When I cannot fondle the hand that I'm fond of
I fondle the hand at hand
My heart′s in a pickle
It′s constantly fickle
And not to part tickle, I fear
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I′m near
What if they're small or slender
What if they′re tall or tender
Long as they've got that gender
I surrender
Always I can′t refuse 'em
Always my feet pursues 'em
Long as they′ve got a -boop
I woo ′em
I'm confessing a confession
And I hope I′m not verbose
When I am 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 am 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 hoosen is here
When I′m not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
When I′m not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
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Writer(s): E. Y. Harburg, Burton Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
