[Verse 1]
My sweetheart is made of clay
She is an international bottle
She looks pretty as a flower in May
Through the bottom of a bottle
[Refrain]
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 arms are just a dead matter of fact
She puts her arms around me
Like a towel on a rack
[Verse 2]
My sweetheart is a show not happening then
She’s my darling
And I wake up ready to say
I think I’ll make a snappy new day
[Refrain]
Sometimes I can see her face
Staring off into space
She won’t look at me
That’s best
Don’t look at me