Mad about the boy

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 silverscreen
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

I know I'm not a fool girl
I really shouldn't care
I know I'm not a school girl
Who's 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