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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 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
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
SCHOOL GIRL:
Home work, home work
Every night there’s homework
While Elsie practices the gas goes pop
I wish, I wish she’d stop
Oh dear, oh dear
Here it’s always, ‘No dear
You can’t go out again, you must stay home
You’d waste your money on that common Picturedrome
Don’t shirk—stay here and do your work.’
Yearning, yearning
How my heart is burning
I’ll see him Saturday in Strong Man’s Pain
And then on Monday and on Friday week again
To me, he is the sole man
Who can kiss as well as Coleman
I could faint whenever there’s a close-up of his lips
Though John Barrymore is larger
When my hero’s on his charger
Even Douglass Fairbanks Junior hasn’t smaller hips
If only he could know
That I adore him so
Mad about the boy
It’s simply scrumptous to be mad about the boy
I know that quite sincerely
Houseman really
Wrote The Shropshire Lad about the boy
In my English prose
I’ve done a tracing of his forehead and his nose
And there is, honour bright
A certain slight
Effect of Galahad about the boy
I’ve talked to Rosie Hooper
She feels the same as me
She says that Gary Cooper
Doesn’t thrill her to the same degree
In Can Love Destroy?
He meets with Garbo in a suit of corduroy
He gives a little frown
And knocks her down
Oh dear, of dear, I’m mad about the boy
COCKNEY:
Every Wednesday afternoon
I get a little time off from three to eleven
Then I go to the picture house and taste a little of my particular heaven
He appears
In a little while
Through a mist of tears
I can see him smiling
Above me
Every picture I see him in
Every lovers’ caress
Makes my wonderful dreams begin
Makes me long to confess
That if he ever looked at me
And thought perhaps I was worth the trouble to
Love me
I’d give in and I wouldn’t care
However far from the path of virtue he’d
Shove me!
Just supposing our love was brief
If he treated me rough
I’d be happy beyond belief
Once would be enough
Mad about the boy
I know I’m potty but I’m mad about the boy!
He sets me ‘eart on fire
With love’s desire
In fact I’ve got it bad about the boy!
When I do the rooms
I see his face in all the brushes and the brooms!
Last week I strained me back
And got the sack
And had a row with dad about the boy
I’m finished with Navarro, (He thrills me to the marrow)
I’m tired of Richard Dix, (I sit through all his tricks!)
I’m pierced by Cupid’s arrow
Every Wed-nes-day, from four to six!
‘Ow I should enjoy
To let ‘im treat me like a plaything or a toy
I’d give my all to ‘im
And crawl to ‘im
So ‘elp me God, I’m mad about the boy
TART:
It seems a little silly
For a girl my age and weight
To walk down Piccadilly
In a haze of love
It ought to take a good deal more to get a bad girl down
I should have been exempt, for
My particular kind of fate
Has taught me such contempt for
Every phase of love
And now I’ve been and spent my last half-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 may be 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
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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
Mad about the boy
С ума, о мальчик, это довольно забавно
Но я схожу с ума, о мальчик
Он имеет gay апелляции, что заставляет меня чувствовать себя
Там может быть что-то грустное о мальчике
Идя по улице, его глаза смотрели на меня
От людей, я встречаю
Я не могу поверить, что это правда, но когда я голубой
Каким-то странным образом я рад мальчик
Я не Сентиментальный
Любовь не столь возвышенную
Я должен оплатить мой отпуск
И я не могу позволить себе тратить много времени
Если бы я мог использовать немного магии
Что бы окончательно разрушить
Этот сон, что мне больно и enchains меня
Но я не могу, потому что я сошел с ума, о мальчик
С ума, о мальчик
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
Walkin’ 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 rent
And I can’t afford to waste much time
If I could employ
A little magic
That would finally destroy
This dream than pains me
And enchains me
But I can’t because
I’m mad about the boy
Mad about the boy
С ума, о мальчик
Это довольно забавно,
Но я схожу с ума, о мальчик
Он имеет gay обращение
Это заставляет меня чувствовать себя
Там может быть что-то
Грустно о том, как мальчик
Walkin’ down the street
Его глаза смотрели на меня
От людей, я встречаю
Я не могу поверить, что это правда
Но когда я голубой
Каким-то странным образом
Я рад мальчик
Я не Сентиментальный
Любовь не столь возвышенную
Я должен оплачивать свои аренды
И я не могу позволить себе тратить много времени
Если бы я мог использовать
Немного магии
Что бы окончательно разрушить
Этот сон, чем мне больно
И enchains меня
Но я не могу, потому что
Я сошел с ума, о мальчик
С ума, о мальчик
I met him at a party just a couple of years ago,
He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
But as Id seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell.
Id 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 couldnt tell,
But like a silly fool I fell
To be mad about the boy.
Im so ashamed of it
The sleepless nights
Ive had about the boy.
On the silver screen
He melts my foolish heart
In every single scene.
Although Im quite aware
That here and there
Are traces of that cared about the boy.
Lord knows Im not a fool girl,
I really shouldnt care.
Lord knows Im not a schoolgirl
In the flurry of her first affair.
This odd diversity of misery and joy
Im feeling quite insane
Im mad about the boy.
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 shouldve been exempt for my particular kind of fate
As taught me such contempt for every phase of love
And now Ive been and spent my love torn crown
To weep about a painted clown.
But Im mad about the boy.
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
Theres maybe something sad about the boy.
Walking down the street
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet.
I cant believe its true,
But when Im blue, in some strange way
Im glad about the boy.
Im hardly sentimental,
Love isnt so sublime.
I have to pay my rental
And I cant 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 cant because Im mad about the boy.
Но, как Id видел его на экране он бросил определенное заклинание.
Id купался в его привлечения
За пару часов или около того.
Его манеры были фракция слишком дотошный,
Чтобы быть без ума от мальчика.
Я так стыдно за это
Но должен признать,
Он тает мое глупое сердце
Хотя Im вполне осведомлены
Господь знает, им не школьницу
Будет ли когда-нибудь пресыщать
Эта странная разнообразие страданий и радости
Im чувство совершенно безумным
Im ума от мальчика.
Кажется, немного глупо
Для девушки моего возраста и веса
Чтобы спуститься Пиккадилли в дымке света.
Она должна взять еегораздо больше
Я shouldve был освобожден для моего конкретного вида судьбы
Как научил меня такой презрение к каждой фазе любви
А теперь Ive был и провел мою любовь разрывается корону
Плакать о окрашенной клоуна.
Его довольно забавно
Но Im ума от мальчика.
У него есть гей призыв, который заставляет меня чувствовать себя
Но когда Im синий, каким-то странным образом
Im едва сентиментальным,
Любовь не так возвышенно.
Я должен оплатить аренду
Если бы я мог использовать немного магии
Это мечта, которая причиняет боль мне и мне стыдно