she won't ever look at me

my sweetheart is made of clay

she is an international model

she looks pretty as a flower in may

through the bottom of a bottle

sometimes i can see her face

staring off into space

she won't look at me

that's best

don't look at me

my sweetheart is a figurine

she's a dancing diva

i got my eyes closed on a nicotine high

waiting for a curtain to rise

sometimes she sings out loud

and i feel like a big crowd

she won't notice me

that's best

don't notice me

my arms are just a dead matter of fact

she puts her arm around me like a towel on a rack

my sweetheart is a shown up happening vein

she's my darling

and i wake up ready to say

i think i'll make a snappy new day

sometimes i can see her face

staring off into space

she won't look at me

that's best

don't look at me.