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...
On the silverscreen.
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene.
Although I'm quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad.
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 fury 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 I'm mad about the boy.
So if I could employ.
A little magic that will finally destroy.
This dream that pains me and enchains me.
But I can't because I'm mad...
I'm mad about the boy.
Dinah Washington – Mad About A Boy
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