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 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