Mad About The Boy - Blossom Dearie

Mad about the boy

It’s pretty funny

But I’m mad about the boy;

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

There’s maybe something sad about the boy

Walking down the street

His eyes look out at me from people that I meet;

I can’t believe it’s true, but when I’m blue

I some strange way, I’m glad about the boy

I’m hardly sentimental

Love isn’t so sublime

I have to pay my rental and 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!

I’m hardly sentimental

Love isn’t so sublime

I have to pay my rental and 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!

Mad about the boy!