Reply #5: And sing this while you play:

[trof]

(You can really read a lot into these lyrics.)

I'm gonna buy a Paper Doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellows 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 he will be waiting
He'll be the truest doll that I can find.
I'd rather have a Paper Doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live guy.

I guess I had a million dolls or more
I guess I've played the doll game o'er and o'er
I just quarrelled with Hugh, that's why I'm blue
He's gone away and left me just like all dolls do

I'll tell you boys, it's tough to be alone
And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own
I'm through with all of them
I'll never ball again
Say boy, whatcha gonna do?