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?