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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Conan Gray
Conan Gray
Chœurs
Daniel Nigro
Daniel Nigro
Programmation
Jam City
Jam City
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Conan Gray
Conan Gray
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Daniel Nigro
Daniel Nigro
Production
Jam City
Jam City
Co‑production
Mitch McCarthy
Mitch McCarthy
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I still remember the 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 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 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 the 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 (Oh, oh) 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
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