You're made of rags,

And scraps and tags,

And no one thinks you're real.

And when you go,

They'll never know,

The loneliness I feel.

Dance with me,

My ragtime queen,

Before I set you free.

On lonely days,

You'll know the ways,

That you are just like me.

To make your face,

I found some lace,

And sewed you, every part.

To make you feel,

That you were real,

I gave away my heart.

Dance with me,

My ragtime queen,

Before I set you free.

On lonely days,

You'll know the ways,

That you are just like me.

La-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la.