Mad About The Boy (1949) - Helen Forrest

I’m mad about the boy And 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 The cad 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.