Your Mind "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 the blue sky She's got you mesmerized While I die.." .. You walk over To Price.. You - Price.. 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 Her..