Mad About The Boy

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 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 would finally destroy This dream that pains me and then changes me But I can't because I'm mad I'm mad about the boy