| Mad about the boy
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| It’s pretty funny
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| 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
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| His eyes look out at me from people that I meet;
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| I can’t believe it’s true, but when I’m blue
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| I some strange way, I’m glad about the boy
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| I’m hardly sentimental
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| Love isn’t so sublime
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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, but I can’t
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| Because I’m mad about the boy!
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| I’m hardly sentimental
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| Love isn’t so sublime
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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, but I can’t
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| Because I’m mad about the boy!
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| Mad about the boy! |