You're nobody, nobody's sweetheart now
There's no place for you somehow
With all of those fancy clothes, silken gowns
You'll be out of place in the middle of your own hometown
When you walk down the avenue
All the folks just can't believe that it's you

With all those painted lips and painted eyes
Wearing a bird of paradise
It all seems wrong somehow
'Cause you so funny
You're nobody's sweetheart now

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Billy Meyers, Elmer Schoebel, Ernie Erdman, Gus Kahn