When I'm Not Near the Boy I Love (Remastered) - Doris Day

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 fondel the hand I'm fond of,

I fondel 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.

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 partickle, I fear.

When I'm not near the boy I love,

I love the boy I'm near.