The Pasadena Roof Orchestra - Nobody's Sweetheart (1924) | Текст песни

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• Nobody's Sweetheart (1924)

You're nobody's sweetheart now,
they don't baby you somehow.
Fancy hose, silken gown,
you'd be out of place in your own hometown.
When you walk down the avenue,
I just can't believe that it's you.
Painted lips, painted eyes,
wearing a bird of paradise.
It all seems wrong somehow
Yea that seems not so funny that
you're nobody's sweetheart now.