I still remember the 3rd of December, she’s in your sweater
You said it looked better on her than you,
Only if you knew how much she liked you,
The way she watched your eyes when I,

Walk by,
“What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky”
It’s not me who’s got you mesmerized
While she dies.

Why wouldn’t you kiss her?
She’s 10 times prettier
You gave me your sweater, it’s just polyester
She thinks you like me better,
I hate being Heather

She looks as I stand with you, we’re brushing hands.
I know how she hates me, even if I’m an “angel”
I know how she kinda wishes I was dead as I,
Walk by,
“What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky”
Its not me who’s got you mesmerized, while she dies.

Why wouldn’t you kiss her?
She’s 10 times prettier
You gave me your sweater, it’s just polyester
Its not me you like better
I hate being Heather

I hate being Heather
(Oh, oh)

I hate being Heather

Why wouldn’t you kiss her?
She’s 10 times prettier
You gave me your sweater, it’s just polyester

It’s her you like better
I hate being…