My girl’s mad at me
I didn’t wanna to 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
‘cos every thing I say she doesn’t understand
she doesn’t realise she takes it all the wrong way
Piano!
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