Velvet Underground and Nico     All Tomorrow’s Parties     1967

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 clown

 And cry behind the door

 And what costume shall the poor girl wear

 To all tomorrow’s parties

 Why silks and linens of yesterday’s gowns

 To all tomorrow’s parties

 And what will 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

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