Kay Starr — Glad Rag Doll

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!