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.
Elliott Smith - She Wont Ever Look At Me Lyrics
Elliott Smith - She Wont Ever Look At Me Lyrics
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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.
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.