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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?
'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 we'd got it straight
We talked and talked until it was light
I thought we 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
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