Heather (Bedroom Sessions) Songtext
von 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
Oh-oh, 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