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
All dolled up in glad 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 gray with
Don’t make this the end, dear
It’s never too late to mend, dear
Poor little glad rag doll
Oh, you’re all dolled up in your glad rags
And tomorrow they may turn to sad rags
They call you poor little glad rag doll
You’re admired and you’re desired
By lots of lovers, but they 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
To grow old and gray with
Don’t make this the end, dear
It’s never, never too late to mend, dear
Poor little glad rag doll