Mad About the Boy
I’m mad about the boy (ah, ah)
I know it’s stupid to be mad about the boy (ah, ah)
I’m so ashamed of it but must’ve admit
The sleepless I’ve had, about the boy
Oh-oh, oh-oh, 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 boy
I really shouldn’t care
Lord knows I’m not a school boy
In the flurry of his first affair
Ooh, whatever cloy (ah, ah)
There’s our diversity of misery and joy (ah, ah)
I’m feelin’ quite insane and young again
It all because I’m mad, about the boy
So if I could employ (ah, ah)
A little magic that will finally destroy (ah, ah)
History it pains me and it chains me
’Cause I’m mad about the boy
I’m mad about the boy (ah, ah, mad about the boy, yeah)
I’m mad about the boy (I’m mad about the boy)
About the boy