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And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrows parties And where will she go and what she gonna do When midnight comes around She turn once more to Sundays clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties Linens and silks of last night's gowns To all tomorrows parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around? She'll turn once more to Sundays clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrows parties For Thursday's child is Sundays clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks; a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrows parties
