When I'm Not Near the Boy I Love

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