Glad Rag Doll

Little painted lady with your lovely clothes Where are you bound for may I ask? What your diamonds cost you everybody knows All the world can see behind your mask Old doll and in black rags Tomorrow may turn to sad rags They call her glad rag doll Admired, desired by lovers who soon grow tired Poor little glad rag doll You just a pretty toy they like to play with You're not the kind they choose to grow old and grey with Don't make this the end here It's never too late to mend you Poor little glad rag doll You just a pretty toy they like to play with You're not the kind they choose to grow old and grey with Don't make this the end here It's never too late to mend you Poor little glad rag doll