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
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 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 thougt 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.
(M. Barson) 1979