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 everything 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 aruged 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