Carmen McRae
Mad About the Boy
Mad about the boyI know it's stupid to be mad about the boyI'm so ashamed of it but must admitThe sleepless nights I've had about the boyOn the silver screenHe melts my foolish heart in every single sceneAlthough I'm quite aware that here and thereAre traces of the cad, about the boyLord knows I'm not a fool girlI really shouldn't careLord knows I'm not a school girlIn the fury of her first affairWill it ever cloyThis odd diversity of misery and joy?I'm feeling quite insane and young againAnd all because I'm mad about the boySo if I could employA little magic that will finally destroyThis dream that pains me and enchains meBut I can't because I'm mad, I'm mad about the boy
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