Little painted lady with your lovely clothes
Where are you bound for may I ask
What your diamonds cost you everybody knows
All the world can see behind your mask
Old doll and in black rags
Tomorrow may turn to sad rags
They call you glad rag doll
Admired desired by lovers who grow tired
Poor little glad rag doll
You just a pretty toy they like to play with
You're not the kind
They choose to grow old and grey with
Don't make this the end here
It's never too late to mend you
Poor little glad rag doll
Old your all doll in your black rags
And tomorrow they may turn to sad rags
They call you for little glad rag doll
You're admired
And you're desired
By loft another the best grow tired
Poor little glad rag doll
You just a pretty toy they like to play with
You're not the kind
They choose to grow old and grey with
Don't make this the end here
It's never never too late to mend you
Poor little glad rag doll
