Story Behind the Song
This song is for every pretty woman whose "playmates" never fall in love with her.
Lyrics
You pick me up if you're feeling down, when the woman that you love just isn't around... and I'll be the pretty rag doll to take her place, with a permanent grin stitched to my face... and you can tangle your fingers up into my hair, drag me by an arm to the top of the stairs, but my big button eyes will be open wide, even after you're asleep with me by your side. Nobody loves a rag doll, nobody loves a rag doll. When we get together I like to pretend that I'm a little bit more than just an easy friend. I'm determined to be your favorite toy, all dressed-up in calico and courderoy... I don't say much, but I listen well to the broken-hearted tales that you love to tell, but I'm never gonna be the woman of your dreams -- you can check me out, I'm coming apart at the seams. Nobody loves a rag doll, nobody loves a rag doll. and you can tangle your fingers up into my hair, drag me by an arm to the top of the stairs, but my big button eyes will be open wide, even after you're asleep with me by your side... Leave me on a pillow when you go out to play, I'll probably stay in bed for the rest of the day... And I would do anything just to be your girl, but everybody knows that a Rag Doll ain't for real. I can never be real, I wish I was real. Nobody loves a rag doll, nobody loves a rag doll...
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