Mad About the Boy

I am mad about the boy
And I know it is stupid to be mad about the boy
I am so ashamed of it
But must admit the sleepless nights I have had
About the boy

On the silver screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I am quite aware
That here and there are traces of the cad
About the boy

Lord knows I am not a fool girl
I really should not care
Lord knows I am not a school girl
Who is in the flurry of her first affair

Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I am feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I am mad about the boy

I am feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I am mad about the boy