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

Walkin' 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 sublime

I have to pay my rent
And I can't afford to waste much time
If I could employ

A little magic
That would finally destroy
This dream than pains me

And enchains me
But I can't because
I'm mad about the boy

Mad about the boy