Mad About the Boy Songtext
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Mad About the Boy Songtext
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 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′ve got to pay my rental and I can't afford to waste my time
If I could employ some kind of magic that would finally destroy, this love that pains me, and enchains me but I can′t
Because I'm mad about the boy
Mad!
It′s pretty funny but I'm mad
He has a gay appeal, that makes me feel there maybe something sad
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′ve got to pay my rental and I can't afford waste my time
If I could employ some kind of magic that would finally destroy, this love that pains me and enchains me but I can′t
Because I'm 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 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′ve got to pay my rental and I can't afford to waste my time
If I could employ some kind of magic that would finally destroy, this love that pains me, and enchains me but I can′t
Because I'm mad about the boy
Mad!
It′s pretty funny but I'm mad
He has a gay appeal, that makes me feel there maybe something sad
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′ve got to pay my rental and I can't afford waste my time
If I could employ some kind of magic that would finally destroy, this love that pains me and enchains me but I can′t
Because I'm mad about the boy
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