Putting a Spin On Heather

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 youBut 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 you, holding her 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

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...