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 silverscreen   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      So if I could employ    A 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