Letra de 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 partiesAnd where will she go, and what shall she do When midnight comes around? She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties? Well, silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's partiesAnd where will she go, what shall she do When Monday comes around? She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties? For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourningA blackened shroud A hand me down gown Of rags and silks - a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties