Mad About The Boy 1932

I met him at a party

Just a couple of years ago

He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous

But as I’d seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell

I basked in his attraction

For a couple of hours or so

His manners were a fraction too meticulous

If he was real or not I couldn’t tell

But like a silly fool I fell

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 cad 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

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 may be 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