I met him at a party just a couple of years ago,
He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
But as Id seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell.
Id basked in his attraction
For a couple of hours or so.
His manners were a fraction too meticulous,
If he was real or not, I couldnt tell,
But like a silly fool I fell
Mad about the boy,
I know its stupid
To be mad about the boy.
Im so ashamed of it
But must admit
The sleepless nights
Ive had about the boy.
On the silver screen
He melts my foolish heart
In every single scene.
Although Im quite aware
That here and there
Are traces of that cared about the boy.
Lord knows Im not a fool girl,
I really shouldnt care.
Lord knows Im not a schoolgirl
In the flurry of her first affair.
Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
Im feeling quite insane
And young again
And all because
Im mad about the boy.
It seems a little silly
For a girl of my age and weight
To walk down piccadilly in a haze of light.
It ought to take her a good deal more
To take a bad girl down.
I shouldve been exempt for my particular kind of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of love
And now Ive been and spent my love torn crown
To weep about a painted clown.
Mad about the boy,
Its pretty funny
But Im mad about the boy.
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
Theres maybe something sad about the boy.
Walking down the street
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet.
I cant believe its true,
But when Im blue, in some strange way
Im glad about the boy.
Im hardly sentimental,
Love isnt so sublime.
I have to pay my rental
And I cant afford to waste much time.
If I could employ a little magic
That would finally destroy
This dream that pains me and it shames me
But I cant because Im mad about the boy.
