All Tomorrow`s Parties Lyrics

All Tomorrow`s Parties

(L. Reed) 
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 
And where will she go and what shall she do 
When midnight comes around 
She`ll turn once more to Sunday`s gown 
And cry behind the door 
And what costume shall the poor girl wear 
To all tomorrow`s parties 
Why silks and plumes of yesterday`s gowns 
To all tomorrow`s parties 
And 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 
For Thursday`s child is Sunday`s 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 tomorrow`s parties