Lyrics: Frank Sinatra. Paper Doll.

I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellas 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
Then have a fickle-minded real live girl

I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl