China Doll - Slim Whitman

I’m tired of cry-y-yin'

And all her lie-ie-iein'

That’s why I’m buy-y-in'

A china doll

Her eyes are blu-you-uer

Her faults are few-ewer

Her lips are tru-uer

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 lea-eave me

She’ll not decei-eive me

And never grie-ieve me

My china doll

No tears or sor-orrow

No sad tomorr-orr-orrow

No one can borr-orr-ow

My china doll

Her eyes are blu-you-uer

Her faults are few-ewer

Her lips are tru-uer

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 lea-eave me

She’ll not decei-eive me

And never grie-ieve me

My china doll