(scat) 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
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