I still remember
3rd 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 watched your eyes as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Bright 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 have her your sweater
It’s just polyester, but you liked her better
wish I were heather