"Paper Doll" as written by and J. Black....
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 quarreled 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 fall 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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"Paper Doll" as written by Johnny S Black

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    General CommentI have gone—marking the atlas of your body
    With crosses of fire
    My mouth went across—a spider, trying to hide
    Stories to tell you in the shore of evening, sad and gentle doll
    So that you should not be sad

    Between the lips and the voice
    Something goes dying
    The way nets cannot hold water
    “My doll, even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
    Something sings.
    Oh, to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy.
    My sad tenderness—what comes over you all at once?”

    My heart closes like a flower at night
    The solitude, crossed with a dream and with silence …
    Alone …
    The black cross of a ship …
    Sometimes I get up early
    And even my soul is wet


    Neruda [paraphrased]
    sillybunnyon September 30, 2006   Link

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