I´m mad about the boy (Ah) I know it´s stupid to be mad about the boy (Ah) I´m so ashamed of it but must´ve admit The sleepless I´ve had, about the boy
Oh-oh-oh, 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, boy I really shouldn´t care Lord knows I´m not a school boy In the fury of his 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
So if I could employ (Ah) A little magic that will finally destroy (Ah) History, it pains me and it chains me
´Cause I´m mad about the boy I´m mad about the boy (Ah, mad about the boy, yeah) I´m mad about the boy (I´m mad about the boy)