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
Walkin' 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
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
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 than pains me
And enchains me
But I can't because
I'm mad about the boy
Mad about the boy
I'm mad about the boy
