Boneca de Pano

Rag doll
Swinging in a cabaret
Could be a porcelain doll
So young but she's not
Could be a porcelain doll
So young but she's not

One day someone called her a doll
And she, being a woman, believed
Time went by
And she fell apart
And today
Who looks at her doesn't say who she is
Instead of a porcelain doll
Today she's a rag doll
From a dark cabaret

Rag doll
Swinging in a cabaret
Could be a porcelain doll
So young but she's not
Could be a porcelain doll
So young but she's not