Doris Day — Nobodys Sweetheart

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