Heather

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
Shes got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me
Im not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater its 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 Im getting colder
But how could I hate her shes 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
Shes got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me
Im not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater its just polyester
But you like her better
I wish I were Heather
Oh
Wish I were Heather
Oh oh
Wish I were Heather
Why would you ever kiss me
Im not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater its just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were