The Four Seasons - Rag Doll
When she was just a kid
her clothes were hand me downs
They always laughed at her
when she came into town
Called her rag doll
little rag doll
Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace
I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could
My folks won't let me cause
they say that she's no good
She's a rag doll
let a rag doll
Though I love her so I can't let her know