"Glad Rag Doll" lyrics

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 grey with

Don't make this the end, dear
It's never too 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 too late to mend, dear
Poor little Glad Rag Doll

Poor little Glad Rag Doll