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.

Writer(s): E.Y. HARBURG, BURTON LANE<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com