Glad Rag Doll Songtext
von Johnnie Ray

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 lovers who soon grow tired
My poor little Glad Rag Doll


You′re just a pretty little toy
The boys like to play with
But you're not the kind that they choose to
Grow old and gray with
Now baby doll, 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
Oh, but 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