Nobody’s Sweetheart - The Mills Brothers

You’re nobody’s sweetheart now,

There’s no place for you somehow,

Fancy clothes, silken gowns,

You’ll be out of place in your own home town.

As you walk down the avenue,

All the people won’t believe that’s you.

With painted lips and painted eyes,

Wearing a big bird of paradise,

It don’t seem wise somehow,

You’re nobody’s sweetheart now