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I met him at a party just a couple of years ago,
He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell.
I'd basked in his attraction
For a couple of hours or so.
His manners were a fraction too meticulous,
If he was real or not, I couldn't tell,
But like a silly fool I fell

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 a cad 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.

~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

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.

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