Mad About the Boy
Marianne Faithfull Lyrics

I met him at a party just a couple of years ago,
I first saw him at a gathering quite recently

He was rather over-hearty and ridiculous
His attitude was overly friendly and absurd

But as I'd seen him on the screen he cast a certain spell.
I was mesmerized by him while watching him in a movie

I'd basked in his attraction
I was enamored by his charm

For a couple of hours or so.
For a short period of time

His manners were a fraction too meticulous,
He was too exacting in his behavior

If he was real or not, I couldn't tell,
I couldn't determine whether he was genuine or not

But like a silly fool I fell
But I still foolishly fell for him

Mad about the boy,
Obsessed with him,

I know it's stupid
I'm aware that it's foolish

To be mad about the boy.
To be so infatuated with him

I'm so ashamed of it
I feel embarrassed about it

But must admit
I have to acknowledge

The sleepless nights
The nights I can't sleep

I've had about the boy.
Due to my feelings for him

On the silver screen
In the movies

He melts my foolish heart
He makes me swoon

In every single scene.
In every moment he appears

Although I'm quite aware
Even though I understand

That here and there
That occasionally

Are traces of that cared about the boy.
There are signs that he isn't worth caring about.

Lord knows I'm not a fool girl,
I'm not a naive girl

I really shouldn't care.
I shouldn't be so concerned

Lord knows I'm not a schoolgirl
I'm not a teenager

In the flurry of her first affair.
With the excitement of her first love.

Will it ever cloy
Will I ever tire of it

This odd diversity of misery and joy
This strange mix of sadness and happiness

I'm feeling quite insane
I feel crazy

And young again
And youthful once more

And all because
All due to

I'm mad about the boy.
My obsession with the boy

It seems a little silly
It appears a bit absurd

For a girl of my age and weight
For a woman of my years and size

To walk down piccadilly in a haze of light.
To stroll down a street in a daze

It ought to take her a good deal more
It should require a lot more effort on her part

To take a bad girl down.
To lead a sinful woman astray.

I should've been exempt for my particular kind of fate
I should have been immune based on my experiences

As taught me such contempt for every phase of love
Because I've learned to have a deep disdain for all aspects of love

And now I've been and spent my love torn crown
And now I've devoted myself to someone who's unworthy of my affections

To weep about a painted clown.
To cry for a phony person.

It's pretty funny
It's quite humorous

But I'm mad about the boy.
But I'm still enamored with him.

He has a gay appeal that makes me feel
He possesses a lively charm that causes me to feel

There's maybe something sad about the boy.
Perhaps there's something melancholic about him.

Walking down the street
While walking in public

His eyes look out at me from people that I meet.
I think I see him in the individuals I encounter.

I can't believe it's true,
I can't accept it as reality

But when I'm blue, in some strange way
But in some peculiar manner when I'm feeling sad

I'm glad about the boy.
He somehow makes me happy despite everything.

I'm hardly sentimental,
I'm not usually emotional

Love isn't so sublime.
Love isn't as extraordinary as people claim.

I have to pay my rental
I have responsibilities to tend to

And I can't afford to waste much time.
And I don't have much time to spare.

If I could employ a little magic
If only I could use some magic

That would finally destroy
That could ultimately obliterate

This dream that pains me and it shames me
This obsession that hurts me, making me feel embarrassed

But I can't because I'm mad about the boy.
But I can't because I'm still so obsessed with him.