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 the cad about the boy
Lord knows I'm not a fool girl I really shouldn't care Lord knows I'm not a school girl 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
Mad about the boy It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy He has a gay appeal that makes me feel There's maybe something sad about the boy
Walking down the street His eyes look out at me from people that I meet I can't believe it's true But when I'm blue in some strange way I'm glad about the boy
I'm hardly sentimental Love isn't so sublime I have to pay my rental And I can't afford to waste much time
If I could employ a little magic That would finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can't because I'm mad about the boy Mad about the boy Mad about the boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
