Nobody’s Sweatheart - The Mills Brothers

You’re nobody’s sweetheart now,

'Cause nobody wants you, somehow;

Fancy hose, silken gown,

You’d be out of place in your own home town!

When you walk down that old avenue,

I just can’t believe that it’s you!

Painted lips, painted eyes,

Wearin' a bird of paradise!

Well it all seems wrong somehow,

But you’re nobody’s sweetheart now.

You’re nobody’s sweetheart now,

'Cause nobody wants you, somehow;

Fancy hose, silken gown,

You’d be out of place in your own home town!

When you walk down that old avenue, oh-ho,

I just can’t believe that it’s you!

Painted lips, painted eyes,

Wearin' a bird of paradise!

Well it all seems wrong somehow,

But you’re nobody’s sweetheart now.