Sharon, look at me Sharon,
but you're not Sharon at all,
you're Susan the Silent,
and yet I feel the same frenzy for you.
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.
Every fam 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,
an d not to particle I fear.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.
What if they're tall or tender?
What if they're small or slender?
Long as they've got that
gender , I surrender.
Always I can't refuse them,
al ways my feet pursue them,
long as they've got a booze them,
I wooze them.
I'm con fessing 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 fa cing
the face that I fancy,
I fancy the face I face.
For Sharon I'm caring,
but Susan I'm choosing,
I'm faithful to whoson is here.
When I'm not near the girl I love,
I love the girl I'm near.