Blossom Dearie - Mad About The Boy lyrics
[Blossom Dearie - Mad About The Boy lyrics]
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 in 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
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 in 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
Mad about the boy 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 in 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
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 in 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
Mad about the boy mad about the boy