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