Rag dollHand-me-down
When she was just a kidHer clothes were hand-me-downThey always laughed at herWhen she came into town
Called her rag dollLittle rag dollSuch a pretty faceShould be dressed in lace
Sad rag doll
I'd change her sad rags intoGlad rags if I couldMy folks won't let me, 'cause theySay that she's no good
She's a rag dollSuch a rag dollThough I love her soI can't let her know
Rag dollI love you just the way you are
Rag doll
Rag doll