Nobody's Sweetheart

The Mills Brothers

Compositor: Não Disponível

You're nobody's sweetheart now
'Cause nobody wants you, somehow
Fancy, silken grown
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, silken grown
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