You're nobody, nobody's sweetheart now,
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There's no place for you somehow,
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With all of your fancy clothes, silken gowns,
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You'll be out of place in the middle of your own hometown,
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When you walk down the avenue,
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All the folks just can't believe that it's you.
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With all those painted lips and painted eyes,
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Wearing a bird of paradise,
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It all seems wrong somehow,
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It seems so funny,
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You're nobody's sweetheart now!
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Nobody's Sweetheart
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Cab Calloway |