Mad About The Boy

I, met him at a party just a couple of years ago
He was rather over-hearty 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 to 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, 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 flory 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

It's pretty funny
He has a gay appeal, that makes me feel
That maybe something's 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 about the boy

I'm hardly set on metal, love isn't so sublime
I have to pay my rental, and I can't afford to waste
Much time

If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me, and enchains me
But I can't, because I'm mad about the boy
Mad about the boy
Mad about the boy
Maaaaaaaaad