She Won’t Look At Me Elliott Smith

[Verse 1]
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

[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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Sometimes she sings out loud
And I feel like a big crowd
She won't notice me
That's best, don't notice me

[Bridge]
My arms are just a dead matter of fact
She puts her arms around me
Like a towel on a rack