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 agree
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