Heather - Carpenters

Whoa, whoa, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa I don't like how you talk to me so constantly And you probably thinking, "Wait, wait, what could he offer me?" I don't need all this changes, get off of me They watchin' me like, "Where will he go?" like, "What will he do?" I heard this rumor 'bout him, but I don't know if it's true 'Cause I've never been better, I gave that bitch Astrid my sweater But I bought another and gave it to Heather I got it on me, lil' baby, I make 'em lay down Grown man askin' me questions like what I make now I want everything inside his pocket, it's like it's a shakedown And if he swing, man, we get to jumpin' like it's a playground I don't know what you want from me Bringing up times when you wanted me Anything you want, I got all those things Ha, yeah, I got all those things I got a hard head but it's not nothing new You hit me up last night lookin' for something to do I think it's fucked up 'cause you're makin' me choose Ay, I've had enough, it's quite rough being stuck to you Shut your mouth, I'm tryna get up, but I don't know how From dawn 'til dusk, we'll be at your house Get his shit turned up, jump inside the crowd I'm M.I.A, no one ever seems to know where I be at They on my ass, I don't do much, I smile at her and I just laugh They always mad, so I just brush it off and act like I can't help it After everything that happened, how come I can not be selfish? I swear I got it on me, lil' baby, I make 'em lay down Grown man askin' me questions like what I make now I want everything inside his pocket, it's like it's a shakedown And if he swing, man, we get to jumpin' like it's a playground I don't know what you want from me Bringing up times when you wanted me Anything you want I got all those things Ha, yeah, I got all those things

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 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 I wish I were Heather Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 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

I don't know if I took a wrong turn 'Cause the birds don't fly low like they used to The water's rising but I'm bone dry And I don't come for you like I used to And I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful I wanna hold on to nothing and ride Like the cinnamon girl Like a butterfly Just hold on to nothing And ride Well sometimes I'm hungry for the warmth of a body Like a flame that could feed me or keep me alive I done the right thing but I'm incomplete I need something to explode inside And I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful I wanna hold on to nothing and ride Like the cinnamon girl Like a butterfly Just hold on to nothing And ride Hold on to nothing And ride On to Georgia O'Keeffe's skies Over red earth plains Where the desert raven flies Where the truth remains Let me ride Yeah Ride, ride 'Cause I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful I wanna hold on to nothing and ride Like the cinnamon girl Like a butterfly Just hold on to nothing And I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful I wanna hold on to nothing and ride Like the cinnamon girl Like a butterfly Hold on to nothing Yeah, I need a stranger to tell me I'm beautiful I wanna hold on to nothing and nothing and nothing Hold on to nothing And ride Hold on to nothing And ride Hold on to nothing