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
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 realize
She takes it all the wrong way.

My girl's mad at me
We argued just the other night
I thought wed 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.

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
Oh, my girl, my girl
Oh, my girl
She's always mad at me.

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.

She's always mad at me
She's always mad at me
Oh, my girl, my girl.