Glad Rag Doll - Johnnie Ray

All dolled up in your glad rags

But tomorrow may turn to sad rags

And they call you Glad Rag Doll

I know that you're admired

I know that you're desired

But only by the fellows who soon grow tired

My poor little Glad Rag Doll

You're just a pretty little toy

The boys like to play with

You're not the kind that they choose

To grow old and gray with

Now don't you make this this the end dear

It's never too late to make amends dear

My poor little Glad Rag Doll

You're just a pretty little toy

The boys like to play with

You're not the kind they have on their mind

You're just a toy for them today

So listen to the things I say

Now don't you make this this the end dear

It's never too late to make amends dear

My poor little Glad Rag Doll