When I’m Not Near the Boy I Love

Lyrics

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 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 particule, 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 particle, I fear When I'm not near the boy I love I love the boy I'm near