I still remember third of December Me in your sweater, you said it looked better On me, than it did you, only if you knew How much I liked 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 mesmerized 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