I still remember 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 a 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)All Rights Reserved
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