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 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. 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 mesmerized while i die.