Slim Whitman - China doll

I'm tired of ^Gcrying, And all her l^Cieing, That's why I'm b^Guying,^Em A china d^Doll.

Her eyes are b^Gluer, Her faults are f^Cewer, Her lips are t^Gruer,^D My china d^Goll.

I^Am'd rather have a d^Coll of c^Dlay, T^Ghat I could call my own, T^Ahan someone else just like you, W^Dith a heart of stone,

She'll never l^Geave me, She'll not d^Ceceive me, And never g^Grieve me,^D My china d^Goll.

No tears of s^Gorrow, No sad t^Comorrorrow, No one can b^Gorrow, My china d^Doll.

Her eyes are b^Gluer, Her faults are f^Cewer, Her lips are t^Gruer, ^D My china d^Goll.

I^Am'd rather have a d^Coll of c^Dlay, T^Ghat I could call my own, T^Ahan someone else just like you, W^Dith a heart of stone.

She'll never l^Geave me, She'll not d^Ceceive me, G . D And never grieve me, My china ^Gdoll.^{C D D G}