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All dolled up in black rags |
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Tomorrow may turn to sad rags |
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They call her glad rag doll |
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Admired ,desired by lovers who soon grow tired |
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Poor little glad rag doll |
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You just a pretty toy they like to play with |
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You're not the kind they choose to grow old and grey with |
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Don't make this the end here |
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It's never too late to mend dear |
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Poor little glad rag doll |
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You just a pretty toy they like to play with |
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You're not the kind they choose to grow old and grey with |
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Don't make this the end here |
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It's never too late to mend dear |
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Poor little glad rag doll |
