Writer(s): blackI’m gonna buy a paper doll, that I can call my ownA doll that other fellas cannot stealAnd then the flirty, flirty guys - with all their flirty, flirty eyesWill have to flirt with dollies, that are realWhen I come home at night - she will be waitingShe’ll be the truest doll in all this worldI’d rather have a paper doll, to call my ownThen have a fickle minded - real live girl