Mad About The Boy — текст песни (Marianne Faithfull)

I met him at a party just a couple of years ago,

He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous

But as Id seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell.

Id 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 couldnt tell,

But like a silly fool I fell



Mad about the boy,

I know its stupid

To be mad about the boy.

Im so ashamed of it

But must admit

The sleepless nights

Ive had about the boy.



On the silver screen

He melts my foolish heart

In every single scene.

Although Im quite aware

That here and there

Are traces of that cared about the boy.

Lord knows Im not a fool girl,

I really shouldnt care.

Lord knows Im not a schoolgirl

In the flurry of her first affair.

Will it ever cloy

This odd diversity of misery and joy

Im feeling quite insane

And young again

And all because

Im mad about the boy.



It seems a little silly

For a girl of my age and weight

To walk down piccadilly in a haze of light.

It ought to take her a good deal more

To take a bad girl down.

I shouldve been exempt for my particular kind of fate

As taught me such contempt for every phase of love

And now Ive been and spent my love torn crown

To weep about a painted clown.



Mad about the boy,

Its pretty funny

But Im mad about the boy.

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel

Theres maybe something sad about the boy.



Walking down the street

His eyes look out at me from people that I meet.

I cant believe its true,

But when Im blue, in some strange way

Im glad about the boy.



Im hardly sentimental,

Love isnt so sublime.

I have to pay my rental

And I cant afford to waste much time.

If I could employ a little magic

That would finally destroy

This dream that pains me and it shames me

But I cant because Im mad about the boy.