Love Letters

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