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 dolled up in black rags

Tomorrow may turn to sad rags

They call you glad rag doll

Admired, desired

By lovers who soon grow tired

Poor little glad rag doll

You're 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, dear

It's never to late to mend, dear

Poor little glad rag doll

You're 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, dear

It's never to late to mend, dear

Poor little glad rag doll