Nobody's Sweetheart (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.