"Glad Rag Doll" Lyrics

All dolled up 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 dear
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 dear
Poor little glad rag doll