Nobody's Sweetheart

Nobody's Sweetheart - Connie Boswell

Nobody's sweetheart now

Oh nobody won't you somehow

Fancy clothes

Silken gowns

You'll be out of place

In your own hometown

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

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