Mad About The Boy

( rossi / young )



She never has to worry

And she never has to try

She's never in a hurry

And i know the reason why

She's got her daddie's

And her fingers in some pies

She makes a double of a trouble with her lies



She says, oh i'm mad about the boy

She says, oh i'm mad about the boy

She says, oh i'm mad about the boy



She's always late to meet me

And she always has to go

To make another entry

At another coolie show

She is a dirty little lady

But i know

She only has to say the chorus and i go



She says, oh i'm mad about the boy

She says, oh-oh-oh i'm mad about the boy

She says, oh i'm mad about the boy



Don't tell me your troubles

I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout

Don't tell me your troubles

I've got troubles i will tell you all about



No i don't take a drink

No i won't take a drink

But i sure take some ups and some downs

She makes me so weary

She picks me up to put me down



Don't tell me your troubles

I've got troubles that would make you scream and shout

Don't tell me your troubles

I've got troubles i will tell you all about



No i don't take a drink

No i won't take a drink

But i sure take some ups and some downs

You makes me so weary

You pick it up and put me down



You never have to worry

And you never have to try

You're never in a hurry

And i know the reason why

You got your daddie's

And your fingers in some pies

You makes a double of a trouble with your lies



You say, oh i'm mad about the boy

You say, oh-oh-oh i'm mad about the boy

You say, oh i'm mad about the boy


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