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...?