| Mad about the Boy |
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| 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 that cared about the boy. |
| Lord knows I’m not a fool girl, |
| I really shouldn’t care. |
| Lord knows I’m not a schoolgirl |
| 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. |
