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I look at them out together
And I see shes 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 shed leave my sweater home
I look at them out together
I dont mind hes an okay fella
Anyway, its probably better
She isnt stuck with me
Im so bad at the intrigue
Im glad Im not stuck with her
Shes 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?