Nobody's Sweetheart

Well, Hello Madge
Say, where do you get this Madge stuff?
I don’t know you
Well, I didn’t think you would remember me after all these years
Oh yes, you’re one of those hicks from my home town
That say I’m all washed up on that «new moon hay» stuff
I’m knockin' 'em dead on Broadway now
Gee, you do look swell in that getup
But say, don’t you ever think of that little old town where everyone loved you?
Why, back there —
You were everybody’s sweetheart, not so long ago
Yes, in that rude town, each village clown would long to be my beau
But things are different today
Yes, and I might be sorry to say —
You’re nobody’s sweetheart now
Is that so?
Well, I’ve managed to get along somehow
I’ve got fancy hose, silken gown
They’d be out of place Madge, in the old home town!
But, when I walk or when I waltz the avenue, with myself
Why, I just can’t believe this is you!
With your painted lips, painted eyes
Forget is, say boy, look at this bird o' paradise!
Well it all seems wrong somehow
That you’re nobody’s sweetheart now
You’re nobody’s sweetheart now
Just getting along, 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!
With your painted lips, painted eyes
Wearin' a bird of paradise!
It all seems wrong somehow
That you’re nobody’s sweetheart now