Lyrics Glad Rag Doll - Kay Starr
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
grey
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!
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