| You’re nobody’s sweetheart now,
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| 'Cause nobody wants you, somehow;
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| Fancy hose, silken gown,
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| You’d be out of place in your own home town!
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| When you walk down that old avenue,
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| I just can’t believe that it’s you!
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| Painted lips, painted eyes,
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| Wearin' a bird of paradise!
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| Well it all seems wrong somehow,
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| But you’re nobody’s sweetheart now.
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| You’re nobody’s sweetheart now,
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| 'Cause nobody wants you, somehow;
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| Fancy hose, silken gown,
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| You’d be out of place in your own home town!
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| When you walk down that old avenue, oh-ho,
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| I just can’t believe that it’s you!
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| Painted lips, painted eyes,
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| Wearin' a bird of paradise!
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| Well it all seems wrong somehow,
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| But you’re nobody’s sweetheart now. |