I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
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A doll that other fellows cannot steal
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And then the 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 will 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 live girl
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I guess I had a million dolls or more
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I guess I've played the doll game o'er and o'er
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I just quarrelled with Sue, that's why I'm blue
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She's gone away and left me just like all dolls do
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I'll tell you boy, it's tough to be alone
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And it's tough to love a gal 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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Say boy, whatcha gonna do?
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Paper Doll
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| Michael Buble |
