Boy are you mad

Don't rain on my parade I'll leave you where you stand Midnight oil's running low We're out of light again I fill you up you bring me down We'd go around again But I am done with this I am not entertained Boy are you mad? These stupid games we play I am done with this I am not entertained Boy are you mad? These stupid games we play Oh I am done with this Your touch feels so nice But I've grown weary of rough hands The thrill has left my bones My lust for blood's run bare I work you up you work it out on me Now watch me as I walk away As I walk away I am not entertained Boy are you mad? These stupid games we play I am done with this I am not entertained Boy are you mad? These stupid games we play Oh I am done with this