Mad About The Boy

Mad about the boy
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 may be 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’ve got to pay my rental
And I can’t afford to waste my time
If I could employ some kind of magic that would finally destroy
This love that pains me and enchains me, but I can’t
Because I’m mad about the boy