My Girl

My girl's mad at me

I didn't wanna see the film tonight

I found it hard to say

She thought I'd had enough of her

Why can't she see

She's lovely to me?

But I like to stay in

And watch TV on my own

Every now and then

My girl's mad at me

Been on the telephone for an hour

We hardly said a word

I tried and tried but I could not be heard

Why can't I explain?

Why do I feel this pain?

'Cause everything I say

She doesn't understand

She doesn't realise

She takes it all the wrong way

My girl's mad at me

We argued just the other night

I thought we'd got it straight

We talked and talked until it was light

I thought we'd agreed

I thought we'd talked it out

Now when I try to speak

She says that I don't care

She says I'm unaware

And now she says I'm weak