What's the matter with me
Nobody loves me
I just happen to be unlucky in love
It seems that every time I make a date
I know from the start
Someone's gonna break the date
And break my heart...

What's the matter with me
I'm awfully moody
Must my love affairs be
Like Punch and Judy
I always walk with myself,
Talk with myself,
And my heart and I agree
I'm not hard to take,
So for heaven's sake,
What's the matter with me...?