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 maybe 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 sublime 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 Mad! It's pretty funny but I'm mad He has a gay appeal, that makes me feel there maybe something sad 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 sublime I've got to pay my rental and I can't afford 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