Mad About The Boy

I'm mad about the boy

And 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 school-girl

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