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