My Girl
Tom sits at a table alone in the lunch hall. Adam see's this and joins him…
Adam: You alright mate? Your looking at bit down.
Tom: My girls made 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 cant she see
She's lovely to me
But I like to stay in and watch TV on my own…every now and then.
Bolton comes over with a tray of his food looking miserable.
Bolton: Sir I got a problem.
Tom: What is it
Bolton: My girls made 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 cant I explain
Why do I feel this pain
Coz everything I say
She takes the wrong way
She doesn't understand, she doesn't realise she takes it all the wrong way
Adam: Lads if its any consolation
My girls made at me
We argued just the other night
I thought we got it straight
We talked and talked until it was late
I thought we agreed
I thought we talked it out
Now when I try and speak
She says I don't, she says I'm unaware, and she says I am weak.
Grantly comes over
Grantly: My girl…
All: Doesn't exist!