Lyrics

Sharon!
Look at me, Sharon
Oh, 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 beginnin' 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 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 particIe, 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 'em
Always my feet pursues 'em
Long as they've got a bosom
I woos 'em
I'm confessing a confession
And I hope I'm not verbose
When I'm not close to the kiss 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 facing the face that I fancy
I fancy the face I face
For Sharon, I'm carin'
But Susan I'm choosin'
I'm faithful to whos'n are here
When I'm not near the girl I love
I love the girl I'm near
Written by: Burton Lane, Harold Arlen
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