Mad About the Boy

                                  I'm mad about the boy

And 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 silverscreen

He melts 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 school girl

Who's in the flurry of her 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



I'm feeling quite insane and young again

And all because I'm mad about the boy