Mad About the Boy

I met him at a party Just a couple of years ago He was rather overhearty and ridiculous But as I'd seen him on the screen He cast a certain spell I basked in his attraction For a couple of hours or so His manners were a fraction too meticulous If he was real or not I couldn't tell But like a silly fool I fell... Mad about the boy I know it's stupid but I'm 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 haunts 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 schoolgirl In the flurry of a 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 It seems a little silly For a girl of my age and weight To walk down Picadilly In a haze of love It ought to take a good deal more To get a bad girl down I ought to have been exempt For my particular kind of fate Has taught me such contempt For every phrase of love And now I've been and spent My last half crown To weep about a painted clown Mad about the boy I know it's stupid but I'm Mad about the boy He has a gay appeal that makes me feel There may be something Sad about the boy Walking down the street His eyes look out at me From people that I meet I know that quite sincerely Housman really wrote "The Shropshire Lad" 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 How I should enjoy - For him to treat me As a plaything or a toy I'd give my all to him And crawl to him So help me God I'm Mad about the boy