Mad About The Boy — текст песни (Faithfull Marianne)

I met him at a party just a couple of years ago,
He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
But as I`d seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell.
I`d 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 couldn`t tell,
But like a silly fool I fell
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 that cared 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 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.
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 should`ve been exempt for my particular kind of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of love
And now I`ve been and spent my love torn crown
To weep about a painted clown.
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.
Walking 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 rental And I can`t 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 can`t because I`m mad about the boy.