I mad about the boy,
Yes, 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
But here and there
Are traces of that cad
about the boy.
Lord knows I'm not a fool boy,
I really shouldn't care.
Lord knows I'm not a schoolboy
In the flurry of his 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.
So if I could employ
A little magic that will
finally destroy
History, it pains me
and it chains me
’Cause I'm mad about the boy
I’m mad about the boy
mad about the boy, yeah
I'm mad about the boy
I'm mad about the boy
