Mad about the girl I know it’s stupid to be mad about the girl I’m so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I’ve had About the girl
On the silverscreen She melts my foolish heart in every single scene Although I’m quite aware that here and there are traces of the cad About the girl
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 girl
So if I could employ A little magic that will finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can’t because I’m mad I’m mad about the girl