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 silver screen
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
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
Mad about the boy