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