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 I some strange way, I'm glad about the boy
I'm hardly sentimental Love isn't so sublime 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!
I'm hardly sentimental Love isn't so sublime 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! Mad about the boy!
