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Oh my heart is beating wildly and it's all because you're here |
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When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near |
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Every femme that flutters by me is a flame that must be fanned |
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When I can't fondle the hand I'm fond of, I fondle the hand at hand |
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My heart's in a pickle, it's constantly fickle and not too partic'lar I fear |
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When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near |
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I'm confessing a confession and I hope I'm not verbose when I am not close |
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To the kiss I cling to, I cling to the kiss that's close |
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As I'm more and more a mortal |
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I am more and more a case |
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When I'm not facing the face I fancy |
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I fancy the face I face |
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For Sharon I'm caring but Susan I'm choosing |
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I'm faithful to those whos'n is here |
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When I'm not near the girl I love |
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I love the girl I'm near. |
