"Is this what it's like to be mortal?
Is every girl the only girl?
I'm beginning to like it!"
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
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 particul', 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 'em
Always my feet pursue them
Long as they've got a bosom
I woo them!
I love the girl I'm near
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
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 carin'
But Susan I'm choosin'
I'm faithful to those who are here
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near!