Mad About the Boy

Mad about the boy

It's awful funny but I'm mad about the boy

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

There's something 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 I'm glad about the boy

I'm hardly sentimental

Love isn't so sublime

I still 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 'cause I'm mad about the boy

Oh, if I could employ

Just 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