Cemiyette Pişiyorum - My Boy
My boy’s mad at me
I didn’t wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say
He thought I’d had enough of him
Why can’t he see
He’s lovely to me?
But I like to stay in
And watch t.v. on my own
Every now and then
My boy’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
He doesn’t understand
He doesn’t realise
He takes it all the wrong way
