When I'm Not Near The Girl I Love

When I'm Not Near The Girl I Love - D**k 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