Mad about the boy

I know It's stupid to be

Mad about the boy

I'm so ashamed of it but must admit

The sleepless nights I've had

About the boy

On the silverscreen

He melts my foolish heart

In every single scene

Although I'm quite aware that here

And there are traces of the kid

About the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl

I really shouldn't care

Lord knows I'm not a school girl

In the flurry of her first affair

Will it ever cloy

This odoversity of misery and joy

I'm feeling quite insane and young again

And all because I'm mad about the boy

Mad about the boy It's pretty funny

But I'm mad about the boy

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

There's maybe something sad about the boy

Walking down the street

His eyes look out at me

From people that I meet

I can't believe It's true but when I'm blue

In some strange way I'm glad about the boy

I'm hardly sentimental

Love isn't so sublime

I have to pay my rental

And I can't afford to waste much time

If I could employ a little magic

That would finally destroy

This dream that pains me and enchains me

But I can't because I'm mad about the boy