Glad Rag Doll (Alternate Version)

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

All dolled up in glad 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're just a pretty toy they like to play with

You're not the kind they choose

To grow old and gray with

Don't make this the end, dear

It's never too late to mend, dear

Poor little glad rag doll