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

walkin' 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 rent

and i can't afford to waste much time

if i could employ

a little magic

that would finally destroy

this dream than pains me

and enchains me

but i can't because

i'm mad about the boy

mad about the boy