Mad About the Boy Live

Mad about the boy. I know it's too gay To be mad about a boy. I'm so much in love with him that my Sanity's at stake. I'm mad about the boy. On dancing the street, He holds my foolish hand in a embracing Synonyms. I'm quite aware that here and there are traces Of the gay in Every Boy. Lord knows I'm not a fool girl, No, I really shouldn't care. Lord knows I'm not a school girl. Yeah, there are plenty of her friends out there That Are simply. With each every clue These are the moments of Misery and joy. I'm feeling quite insane and young again. I know Because I'm mad, I'm mad about the boy. Mad about the boy. It's pretty funny, but I'm mad About the boy. He has a kind of beam that makes me Feel there may be something sad About the boy. Walking down the street, His eyes look hot at me from deep Within. I mean, I can't believe it's true, But when I blink, he's on the street With a brand new Pair of shoes. Oh, oh, Every summer afternoon, Life Is so sublime. I hate to get a letter and I Gotta turn and face my Chime. If I could, I'd like a magic web finally to Destroy these raindrops and jam me. But I can't, I can't because I'm mad, I'm mad About the boy. Thank you