Mad about the boy
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 ev’ry single scene,; Although I’m quite aware that here and there,; Are traces of a 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,; 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!; Mad about the boy!; 