Lyrics
Mad about the boyI 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 boyOn the silverscreenHe melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I’m quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad About the boyLord knows I’m not a fool girlI really shouldn’t care Lord knows I’m not a school girl In the flurry of her first affairWill it ever cloyThis odd diversity of misery and joy I’m feeling quite insane and young again And all because I’m mad about the boySo if I could employA little magic that will finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can’t because I’m mad I’m mad about the boy