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...?