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

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 girl

I really shouldn't care

Lord knows I'm not a school girl

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

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 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