| My girl’s mad at me
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| I didn’t wanna see the film tonight
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| I found it hard to say
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| She thought I’d had enough of her
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| Why can’t she see
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| She’s lovely to me?
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| But I like to stay in
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| And watch TV on my own
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| Every now and then
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| My girl’s mad at me
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| Been on the telephone for an hour
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| We hardly said a word
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| I tried and tried but I could not be heard
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| Why can’t I explain?
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| Why do I feel this pain?
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| 'Cause everything I say
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| She doesn’t understand
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| She doesn’t realise
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| She takes it all the wrong way
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| My girl’s mad at me
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| We argued just the other night
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| I thought we’d got it straight
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| We talked and talked until it was light
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| I thought we’d agreed
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| I thought we’d talked it out
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| Now when I try to speak
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| She says that I don’t care
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| She says I’m unaware
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| And now she says I’m weak |