I met him at a party

Just a couple of years ago

He was rather over hearty and ridiculous

But as I'd seen him on the screen

He cast a certain spell

I basked in his attraction

For a couple of hours or so

His manners were a fraction too meticulous

If he was real or not I couldn't tell

But like a silly fool I fell

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 silver screen

He melts my foolish heart in every single scene

Although I'm quite aware that here and there

Are traces of the cad about the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl

I really shouldn't care

Lord knows I'm not a schoolgirl

In the flurry of her first affair

Will it ever cloy

This odd diversity 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

He's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy

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

In some strange way I'm glad about the boy

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

I can't forget this no use

Because I'm mad about the boy