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

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