When I’m Not Near The Girl I Love
Burton Lane, E. Y. Harburg
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 particul'
I fear
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
As I'm more and more a mortal
I am more and more a casе
When I'm not facing the face that I fancy
I fancy thе face I face
My heart's in a pickle
It's constantly fickle
And not too particul'
I fear
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl
Just want the girl
I love the girl I'm near