Now where did it go? Oh well! CHINA DOLL Slim Whitman I'm tired of cryin' And all your lyin', That's why I'm buyin' A china doll. Her eyes are bluer. Her faults are fewer Her lips are truer, My china doll. I'd rather have a doll of clay That I could call my own, Than someone else just like you With a heart of stone. She'll never leave me. She'll not deceive me, And never grieve me, My china doll. No tears of sorrow, No sad tomorrow, No one can borrow My china doll. Her eyes are bluer. Her faults are fewer. Her lips are truer, My china doll. I'd rather have a doll of clay That I could call my own, Than someone else just like you With a heart of stone. She'll never leave me. She'll not deceive me, And never grieve me, My china doll.
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