Cat Walk

I look at them out together

And I see she's wearing my sweater

Ah, what the heck, I might as well let her

I was hardly gone

Before another boy came along

Not to say that that is wrong

But I wish she'd leave my sweater home

I look at them out together

I don't mind he's an okay fella

Anyway, it's probably better

She isn't stuck with me

I'm so bad at the intrigue

I'm glad I'm not stuck with her

She's got a bad habit of being pure

I look at them out together

I wonder why I always upset her

I think to myself what does it matter

I wonder now what does it matter?

I wonder now what does it matter?

Does it matter?