“My Girl”

My girl’s mad at me

I didn’t wanna see the tonight

I found it hard to say

She thought I’d enough of her

Why can’t she see

She’s lovely to me?

But I like to stay in

And watch on my own

Every now and then

My girl’s mad at me

Been on the for an hour

We hardly said a word

___ and 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 realise

She takes it all the wrong way

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