If I could employ
This dream that pains me and enchains me
A little magic that would finally destroy
But when I'm blue in some strange way, I'm glad about the boy
There's maybe something sad about the boy
Will it ever cloy?
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
The sleepless nights I've had about the boy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
From people that I meet I can't believe it's true
And all because I'm mad about the boy
It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy
In the flurry of her first affair

Here and there are traces of the cad about the boy
I'm hardly sentimental, love isn't so so blind
I have to pay my rental and I can't afford to waste much time

He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
On the silver screen

But I can't because I'm mad about the boy
Walking down the street his eyes look out at me

Lord knows I'm not a school girl
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit

Although I'm quite aware that
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel