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 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

‘cos every thing I say she doesn’t understand

she doesn’t realise she takes it all the wrong way

Piano!

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