Mills Brothers
 - written by Johnny S. Black, 1915
 - lyrics as recorded by The Mills Brothers in 1942

 I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
 A doll that other fellows cannot steal
 And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
 Will have to flirt with dollies that are real

 When I come home at night she will be waiting
 She'll be the truest doll in all this world
 I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
 Than have a fickle-minded real live girl

 I guess I had a million dolls or more
 I guess I've played the doll game o'er and o'er
 I just quarrelled with Sue, that's why I'm blue
 She's gone away and left me just like all dolls do

 I'll tell you boys, it's tough to be alone
 And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own
 I'm through with all of them
 I'll never ball again
 Say boy, whatcha gonna do?

 I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
 A doll that other fellows cannot steal
 And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
 Will have to flirt with dollies that are real

 When I come home at night she will be waiting
 She'll be the truest doll in all this world
 I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
 Than have a fickle-minded real live girl

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