I still remember the third of December
Me in your sweater, you said it look better
on me than it did you, only if you knew
how much I like you
But I watch your eyes as she Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes Brighter than the blue sky She's got you mesmerised
while I die
Why would you ever kiss me ?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater,
it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather
