Mad About The Boy

Mad About the Boy -Gertrude Lawrence
I met him at a party just a couple of years ago
He was rather over hearty and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the screen
He cast a certain spell
I basked in his attraction for a couple of hours or so
His manners were a fraction too meticulous
If he was real or not I couldn't tell
But like a silly fool I fell
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 silver screen
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 schoolgirl
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 I'm mad about the boy
I'm hardly sentimental
Love isn't so sublime
I have to pay my rental
I can't afford to waste much time
If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me
But I can't because I'm mad about the boy