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 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