tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79431076253129995232024-03-08T09:25:23.057-08:00Elliot Smith Lyricsmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049522744471784494noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943107625312999523.post-49002297803410462392016-06-09T20:42:00.002-07:002016-06-09T20:42:32.637-07:00She Won't Ever Look At Me lyrics - Elliot SmithMy sweetheart is made of clay<br />
She is an international model<br />
She looks pretty as a flower in May<br />
Through the bottom of a bottle<br />
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Sometimes I can see her face<br />
Staring off into space<br />
She won't look at me<br />
That's best, don't look at me<br />
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My sweetheart is a figurine<br />
She's a dancing diva<br />
I got my eyes closed on a nicotine high<br />
Waiting for a curtain to rise<br />
<br />
Sometimes she sings out loud<br />
And I feel like a big crowd<br />
She won't notice me<br />
That's best, don't notice me<br />
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My arms are just a dead matter of fact<br />
She puts her arm around me like a towel on a rack<br />
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My sweetheart is a shown up happening vein<br />
She's my darling<br />
And I wake up ready to say<br />
I think I'll make a snappy new day<br />
<br />
Sometimes I can see her face<br />
Staring off into space<br />
She won't look at me<br />
That's best, don't look at me.mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049522744471784494noreply@blogger.com0