Oh my God, my God 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 Oh my God 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 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 We argued just the other night I thought we'd get it straight We talked and talked till it was almost 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've run all wet And now she says I'm weak 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 Oh my God My girl She's always mad at me Can't she see 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 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 She's always mad at me Oh my God