paroles de chanson Mad About The Boy - Carmen McRae , Ray Bryant

Mad about the boy
I know it's stupid, to be mad about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights
I've had about the boy
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 care about the boy

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
Lord knows, I'm not a school girl
In the flurry of her 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

It's a pretty funny, but I'm mad about the boy
He has a gay bill, that makes me feel
There's maybe something, said about the boy
Walking down the street
His eyes looked out at me from people that I meet
I can't believe it's true, but when I'm blue in some strange ways
I'm glad about the boy
I'm hardly sentimental, love isn't so, so blind
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