Mad About The Boy

Mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it But must admit the sleepless nights I've had 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 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 odoversity of misery and joy I'm feeling quite insane and young again And all 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 A 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 I'm mad about the boy --- Mad About the Boy - Dinah Shore