Mad About The Boy - Chris Connor

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

It’s pretty funny but I’m mad about the boy

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

There’s maybe 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 so blind

I 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 because I’m mad about the boy