Glad Rag Doll

Hello! Why, you're all dolled up in your glad rags, ain't ya, huh?
Ah, but tomorrow they may turn to sad rags
You poor little glad rag doll
Ah, and you're admired and you're desired
By all lovers, but they soon grow tired
You poor little glad rag doll

Say, you're, you're just a pretty little toy
That they all like to play with
Ah, but you're not the kind of a gal
That they'd like to grow old and grey with, no, no
But listen, don't make this the ending
Why, it's never too late to mend it

Ah, you poor little glad rag doll