Verse 1
It doesn’t matter if he’s rich
It doesn’t matter if you’re stranded on the side of the road
It doesn’t matter what he gets
It doesn’t matter if he treats you like a queen or a whore
It doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t matter at all
Verse 2
I don’t play, I don’t squeel
I don’t pretend and I don’t listen to the boys and the girls
You used to grab me with a kiss
I don’t mind, I don’t miss it like the boys and the girls
It doesn’t matter to me, it doesn’t matter no more
Chorus
No longer waiting on your telephone call
You took a hold of my juice
You took a hold of my bones
You taste as sweet as you hurt
It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m healed and I’m gone
Song details:
Catalogue number: GC001
Year of induction into catalogue: 2014
written by: Lata Gouveia