Mad 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

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 3D screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware that here and there
Are traces of the cat 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
Mad about the boy