My Girl

Oh, my girl
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

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 TV on my own
Every now and then

My girl's mad at me
We argued just the other night
I thought we'd got it straight
We talked and talked it was almost 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 TV on my own
Every now and then

Oh, my girl
My girl

She is always mad of me
Can't she see?

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

Why can't she see (why can't she see?)
She's lovely to me? (She always mad of me)
But I like to stay in
And watch TV on my own
Every now and then

She always mad of me
Oh, my girl