| I’m gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
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| A doll that other fellas cannot steal
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| And then those flirty, flirty guys, with their flirty, flirty eyes
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| Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
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| When I come home at night she’ll be waiting
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| She’ll be the truest doll in all this world
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| I’d rather have a paper doll to call my own
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| Than have a fickle-minded real-life girl
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| I tell you boy, it’s tough to be alone
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| And it’s tough to love a doll that’s not your own
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| I’m through with all of them
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| I’ll never fall again
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| 'Cause this is what I’m gonna do
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| I’m gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
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| A doll that other fellas cannot steal
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| And then those flirty, flirty guys, with their flirty, flirty eyes
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| Will have to flirt with dollies that are real
|
| When I come home at night she’ll be waiting
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| She’ll be the truest doll in all this world
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| I’d rather have a paper doll to call my own
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| Than have a fickle-minded real-life girl |