Текст песни 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 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