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 get it straight
We talked and talked
Till 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's always mad at me
Why 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's always mad at me)
But I like to stay in
And watch TV on my own
Every now and then
She's always mad at me
Oh, my girl