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?