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's maybe something
sad about the boy
walkin' 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 have to pay my rent
and i can't afford to waste much time
if i could employ
a little magic
that would finally destroy
this dream than pains me
and enchains me
but i can't because
i'm mad about the boy
mad about the boy