Mad About The Boy – Marianne Faithfull (originally by Noël Coward)
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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 a 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 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