VERSE 1

Little painted lady with your lovely clothes,
Where are you bound for, may I ask?
What your diamonds cost you,
Ev'rybody knows.
All the world can see behind your mask.

REFRAIN

All dolled up
In glad rags,
Tomorrow may turn to sad rags,
They call you glad rag doll.
Admired,
Desired
By lovers who soon grow tired,
Poor little glad rag doll.
You're just a pretty toy
They like to play with;
You're not the kind they choose
To grow old and gray with.
Don't make this
The end, dear,
It's never too late to mend, dear,
Poor little glad rag doll.

VERSE 2

All this glare and glitter, all your tinseled toys,
What will they lead to in the end?
Memories so bitter
Of regretted joys,
And a world without a single friend.

REPEAT REFRAIN