Elliott Smith - She Won't Ever Look at Me | Текст песни

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• Elliott Smith
• She Won't Ever Look at Me

My sweetheart is made of clay
She is an international model
She looks pretty as a flower in May
Through the bottom of a bottle

Sometimes I can see her face
Staring off into space
She won't look at me
That's best, don't look at me

My sweetheart is a figurine
She's a dancing diva
I got my eyes closed on a nicotine high
Waiting for a curtain to rise

Sometimes she sings out loud
And I feel like a big crowd
She won't notice me
That's best, don't notice me

My arms are just a dead matter of fact
She puts her arm around me like a towel on a rack

My sweetheart is a shown up happening vein
She's my darling
And I wake up ready to say
I think I'll make a snappy new day

Sometimes I can see her face
Staring off into space
She won't look at me
That's best, don't look at me