Mad About the Boy

I'm....mad about the boy
And 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.
Mmmm, 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 schoolgirl,
Whose in the flurry of her first afair!
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 feeling quite insane and young again
and all because I'm mad.....about the boy.