Mad About the Boy

I'm 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

Oh-oh-oh, 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 care 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)

About the boy