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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 schoolgirl
In the fury, 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
So, 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
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