I still remember the 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.
Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand.
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder.
But how could I hate her, she's such an angel.
But then again, kinda wish she were dead 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.
I wish I were Heather.
Oh, I wish I were Heather.
Oh, oh, wish I were Heather.
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-