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All Tomorrow's Parties

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
Where will she go, what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown
To all tomorrow's parties
What shall she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
From whom one never borrows
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Oh rags and silks her costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties
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