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 fury 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 will finally destroy 
This dream that pains me and enchains me 
But I can't because I'm mad, I'm mad about the boy