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 mesmerised 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 mesmerised 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-
Derechos de los Fanchild's a su respectivos autores*
Arthur Zaens, un multimillonario frío y desalmado que ha vivido en la oscuridad desde la desaparición de su esposa, dejándolo solo con sus dos hijas gemelas. Desesperado por encontrar una niñera que cumpla con sus estrictas expectativas, Arthur conoce a Lía, una ex escritora y editora recomendada por un amigo. Aunque su relación comienza de manera conflictiva, con discusiones y malentendidos desde su primer encuentro en un bar, Lía se convierte en la persona que poco a poco transformará la vida de Arthur y de sus hijas, desafiando su frialdad y cambiando su mundo para siempre.