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
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
Ooh, Wish I were Heather Ooh Wish I were Heather
