文本歌词

Doris Day - When I'm Not Near The Boy I Love
Oh my heart is beating wildly
And it's all because you're here
When I'm not near the boy I love
I love the boy I'm near
Every man that wanders by me
Is a flame that must be fanned
When I can't fondel the hand I'm fond of
I fondel 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 boy I love
I love the boy I'm near
We're confessing a confession
And we hope we're not verbose
When I'm not near the kiss that I cling to
I cling to the kiss that's close
My heart's in a pickle
It's constantly fickle
And not too partickle I fear
When I'm not near the boy I love
I love the boy I'm near