Mad About The Boy Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

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. 

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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. 

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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.