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 may be 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

I'm hardly sentimental

Love isn't so sublime

I've got to pay my rental

And I can't afford to waste my time

If I could employ

Some kind of magic that would finally destroy this love

That pains me and enchains me but I can't

Because I'm mad about the boy

Mad

It's pretty funny but I'm mad

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

There may be something sad

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've got to pay my rental

And I can't afford to waste my time

If I could employ

Some kind of magic that would finally destroy this love

That pains me and enchains me but I can't

Because I'm mad about the boy