I'm so mad all the time
Sick of being hooked, sinker and line
What a funny way to remind me
When it comes to him my hands are tied
When it comes to him
When it comes to him my hands are tied
And I'm mad about it
Mad all the time
Mad about it
Mad all the time
Mad
I'm mad all the time
Mad I'm not mad all the time
Got reason without any rhyme
Mad that I'm waiting for him
Look in the mirror and find
Even with the passing of time
It can still begin
When it comes, when it comes, when it comes to him
I sigh when I see him I fall apart
Butterflies inside my stomach and butterflies inside my heart
It's like he's got glue on his hands
Call him the repairman
Because
When it comes, when it comes to him
I'm mad all the time
Mad about it
Mad all the time
Mad