tabaquii
i still remembwr
the third of December,
me in ur sweater
u said it looked better
on me than it djd u
nnly iv u knew
how much i liked u
but i watch ur eyes as she
walks by
what a sight for sore eyes
brighter than the blue sky
shes got u mesmerjzed
while i die
why would u ever kiss me?
im not even half as pretty
u gave her ur sweater,
its just polyester
but u like her better
wish i were heather
