I still remember,
3rd of December,
Me in you sweater,
You said it looked better,
On me than it did you,
Only if you knew,
How much I liked you
But I watched your eyes as she walks by,
What a sight for sore eyes,
Brighter than a blue sky,
She's got you memorized..
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 \38\@!8.