Текст песни Nobody's Sweetheart (with Paul Weston and His Orchestra & the Norman Luboff Choir) - Doris Day

You're nobody's sweetheart now
They don't pay to you somehow
Fancy hose, silken gown
You'd be out of place in your own home town

When you walk down that avenue
I just can't believe that it's you
Painted lips, painted eyes
Wearin' a bird of paradise
It all seems wrong somehow
That you're nobody's sweetheart now

(You're nobody's sweetheart now) Nobody's sweetheart
(They don't pay to you somehow)
Fancy hose, silken gown
You'd be out of place in your own home town

(When you walk down that avenue)
I just can't believe that it's you
(Painted lips) Those painted lips and eyes
Wearin' a bird of paradise
(It all seems wrong somehow)
(That you're nobody's sweetheart now)

When you walk down the avenue (down the avenue)
I just can't believe that it's you (just can't believe it's you)
Painted lips (painted lips) and eyes (painted eyes)
Wearin' a bird of paradise
It all seems wrong somehow
That you're nobody's sweetheart now

(You're nobody's sweetheart, you're no-nobody's sweetheart)
You're nobody's sweetheart now