Mad about the boyIt's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boyHe has a gay appeal that makes me feelThere's maybe something sad about the boyWalking down the streetHis eyes look out at me from people that I meetI can't believe it's trueBut when I'm blue in some strange wayI'm glad about the boyI'm hardly sentimentalLove isn't so sublimeI have to pay my rentalAnd I can't afford to waste much timeIf I could employ a little magicThat would finally destroyThis dream that pains meAnd enchains me but I can'tBecause I'm mad about the boyMad about the boyIt's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boyHe has a gay appeal that makes me feelThere's maybe something sad about the boyWalking down the streetHis eyes look out at me from people that I meetI can't believe it's trueBut when I'm blue in some strange wayI'm glad about the boyI'm hardly sentimentalLove isn't so sublimeI have to pay my rentalAnd I can't afford to waste much timeIf I could employ a little magicThat would finally destroyThis dream that pains meAnd enchains me but I can'tBecause I'm mad about the boyMad about the boyMad about the boy
