Heather - Tate McRae

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

I 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 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

I wish I were Heather

I wish I were Heather

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

I wish I were Heather