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I'm mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it but must've admit The sleepless nights I've had, about the boy Oh-oh-oh, 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, boy I really shouldn't care Lord knows, I'm not a school boy In the fury of his 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 which pains me and enchains me 'Cause I'm mad about the boy I'm mad about the boy (Ah, mad about the boy, yeah) I'm mad about the boy (I'm mad about the boy) About the boy Aus Songtexte Mania