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
Oh, my girl
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 she see She's lovely to me? But I like to stay in And watch t.v. 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
Why can't she see She's lovely to me? But I like to stay in And watch t.v. on my own Every now and then
Oh, my girl My girl
Oh, my girl My girl
Oh, my girl My girl
Why can't she see She's lovely to me? But I like to stay in And watch t.v. on my own Every now and then