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I met him at a party
Just a couple of months ago
He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the screen
He cast a certain spell
I 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 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
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
It seems a little silly
For a girl of my age and weight
To walk down Piccadilly
In a haze of love
It ought to take a good deal more
To get a bad girl down
I should have been exempt
For my particular kind of fate
Has taught me such contempt
For every phase of love
And now I've been and spent my last half-crown
To weep about a painted clown
Mad about the boy
It's pretty funny but I'm
Mad about the boy
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
As if maybe something is 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