Mad About The Boy

I met him at a party a couple of years ago He was rather overhearty and rediculous But as ive seen him on the screen he caused a cast a certain spell I've basked in his attraction A couple of eyes or so His manners were a fraction so meticulous. If he was real or not I couldnt tell But like a silly fool i fell Mad about the boy I know its stupid to be mad about the boy. I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepness nights I've had without the boy On the silver screen He melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although im quite aware that here and There are traces of the care about the boy Lord knows im not a fool girl I really shouldnt care Lord knows im not a school girl In the flurry of her first affair Will it ever cloy this odd diversity Of misery and joy I'm feeling quite insane and Young again And all because im mad about The boy Brass section I'm hardly sentimental Love isnt served at mine I have to pay my rental And i cant afford to waste Much time If i could employ A little magic That would finally destroy This dream That pains me and then chains me But i cant because I'm Mad about the boy