I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked betteronme than itdid you
Only if you knew, howmuch 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).
