Mad about the boy
It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy
He has a [bad word] 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 [bad word] but when I'm blue
In 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
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
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