文本歌词

When I'm Not Near The Girl I Love - xxxx Haymes
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 partickle I fear
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
What if they're tall and tender
What if they're small and slender
Long as they've got that gender
I surrender
Always I can't refuse them
Always my feet pursue them
Long as my heart can choose them
I woos 'em
I'm confessing a confession
And I hope I'm not verbose
When I'm 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'm not facing the face that I fancy
I fancy the face I face
For Sharon I'm-a-caring
But Susan I'm-a-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