Mad About the Boy

Mad about the boy
Its pretty funny
But Im mad about the boy
He has a gay appeal
That makes me feel
Theres maybe something
Sad about the boy

Walkin down the street
His eyes look out at me
From people that I meet
I cant believe its true
But when Im blue
In some strange way
Im glad about the boy

Im hardly sentimental
Love isnt so sublime
I have to pay my rent
And I cant 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 cant because
Im mad about the boy
Mad about the boy