Mad The Lemonheads

I don't know what to say to you
I wish you had something to add
I feel that we could sit and talk
But we don't and it makes me mad, mad, mad, mad

You go on, just get out of here
I think I'd feel a whole lot better if you'd let me be
I'll stay here thinking of your plans
I hate the way you make me love jealousy
So mad, mad, mad, mad