NOBODY'S SWEETHEART NOW
(Gus Kahn/Erdman/Schoebel/Billy Meyers)

Oh, you're nobody's sweetheart now.
It don't favor you somehow.
Fancy hose, silken gown,
You'd be out of place in your own hometown.
When you walk down the avenue,
The folks won't believe it's you,
Painted lips, painted eyes,
Wearing a bird of paradise.
It all seems wrong somehow
That you're nobody's sweetheart now.

[As recorded by Tampa Red, 1934. Also recorded by Cab Calloway and Jack Teagarden. JTD]