You're made of rags,
And scraps and tags,
And no one thinks you're real.
And when you go,
They'll never know,
The loneliness I feel.
Dance with me,
My ragtime queen,
Before I set you free.
On lonely days,
You'll know the ways,
That you are just like me.
To make your face,I found some lace,
And sewed you, every part.
To make you feel,
That you were real,I gave away my heart.
Dance with me,
My ragtime queen,
Before I set you free.
On lonely days,
You'll know the ways,
That you are just like me.
La-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la.
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