| Mad about the boy
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| I know it’s stupid to be mad about the boy
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| I’m so ashamed of it but must admit
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| The sleepless nights I’ve had about the boy
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| On the silver screen
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| He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
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| Although I’m quite aware that
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| Here and there are traces of the cad about the boy
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| Lord knows I’m not a fool girl
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| I really shouldn’t care
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| Lord knows I’m not a school girl
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| In the flurry of her first affair
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| Will it ever cloy?
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| This odd diversity of misery and joy
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| I’m feeling quite insane and young again
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| And all because I’m mad about the boy
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| It’s pretty funny but I’m mad about the boy
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| He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
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| There’s maybe something sad about the boy
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| Walking down the street his eyes look out at me
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| From people that I meet I can’t believe it’s true
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| But when I’m blue in some strange way, I’m glad about the boy
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| I’m hardly sentimental, love isn’t so so blind
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| I have to pay my rental and I can’t afford to waste much time
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| If I could employ
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| A little magic that would finally destroy
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| This dream that pains me and enchains me
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| But I can’t because I’m mad about the boy |