Lena Horne - Mad About the Boy (Noël Coward) | Текст песни

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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 enchains me but I can't
Because I'm mad 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 enchains me but I can't
Because I'm mad about the boy

Mad about the boy

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