I mad about the boy and I know it stupid to be mad about the boy
I so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights
I had about the boy
Oh on the silver screen he melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I quite aware that here and there are traces of a cad about the boy
Lord knows I not a fool girl I really shouldn care
Lord knows I not a schoolgirl who in the flurry of her first affair our
Who will it ever cloy this odd diversity of misery and joy
I feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I mad about the boy