I'm mad about the boy
And I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it
But must it 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

Mad about the boy.