When I'm Not Near the Boy I Love Lyrics
When I'm Not Near The Boy I Love - Doris Day
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
Ev'ry 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 boy I love
I love the boy I'm near
I'm confessing a confession
And we hope we'll 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