Nobody’s Sweetheart – Cab Calloway And His Orchestra

You’re nobody, nobody’s sweetheart now
There’s no place for you somehow
With all of your 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
It seems so funny
You’re nobody’s sweetheart now