You′re nobody's sweetheart now
They don′t baby you somehow
Fancy hose, silken gowns
You'd be out of place in your own hometown
As you walk down the avenue
A marshal won't believe it′s you
Painted lips, mascara eyes
Wearing a big bird of paradise
It don′t seem wise somehow
You're nobody′s sweetheart
You're nobody′s sweetheart now, now, now, now
They don't baby you somehow, how, how, how
Fancy hose, silken gowns
You′d be out of place in your own hometown
As you walk down the avenue, new, new, new
A marshal won't believe it's you, you, you, you
Painted lips, mascara eyes
Wearing a big bird of paradise
It don′t seem wise somehow, how, how, how
You′re nobody's sweetheart
Writer(s): Gus Kahn, Elmer Schoebel, Billy Meyers, Ernie Erdman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
