Mad About the Boy

I'm 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 Oh-oh-oh, 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 care about the boy Lord knows I'm not a fool, boy I really shouldn't care Lord knows I'm not a schoolboy In the flurry of his 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 So if I could employ A little magic that will finally destroy History, it pains me and it chains me 'Cause I'm mad about the boy I'm mad about the boy (mad about the boy, yeah) I'm mad about the boy (I'm mad about the boy) About the boy