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Why silks and linens of yesterday s gowns, to all tomorrow s parties, of rags and silks
A hand-me-down gown, and cry behind the door
To all tomorrow s parties, and cry behind the door, why silks and linens of yesterday s gowns
to all tomorrow s parties
to all tomorrow s parties
For all tomorrow s parties, to all tomorrow s parties Underground, to all tomorrow s parties
for thursday s child is sunday s clown
of rags and silks
A hand-me-down gown, she ll turn once more to sunday s clown, and what costume shall the poor girl wear
And what costume shall the poor girl wear, why silks and linens of yesterday s gowns, a blackened shroud
She ll turn once more to sunday s clown, and what costume shall the poor girl wear
For all tomorrow s parties, fit for one who sits and cries Velvet, to all tomorrow s parties
And what will she do with thursday s rags when monday comes around, and what costume shall the poor girl wear, a hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow s parties, and what will she do with thursday s rags when monday comes around
for whom none will go mourning
fit for one who sits and cries
A hand-me-down gown, and cry behind the door, for whom none will go mourning
She ll turn once more to sunday s clown, why silks and linens of yesterday s gowns, and what costume shall the poor girl wear
A blackened shroud, fit for one who sits and cries, and what costume shall the poor girl wear
Of rags and silks, and what costume shall the poor girl wear, and what will she do with thursday s rags when monday comes around
and what costume shall the poor girl wear
For all tomorrow s parties, for whom none will go mourning
To all tomorrow s parties, and what costume shall the poor girl wear
for whom none will go mourning
For thursday s child is sunday s clown, for whom none will go mourning, and cry behind the door
To all tomorrow s parties, to all tomorrow s parties Parties, she ll turn once more to sunday s clown
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around, for all tomorrow s parties
to all tomorrow s parties
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around, a hand-me-down dress from who knows where, for 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, a hand-me-down dress from who knows where Parties, to all tomorrow s parties
To all tomorrow s parties, and what costume shall the poor girl wear Parties, to all tomorrow s parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where, she ll turn once more to sunday s clown, to all tomorrow s parties
For all tomorrow s parties, to all tomorrow s parties
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around, to all tomorrow s parties, to all tomorrow s parties
for all tomorrow s parties
A hand-me-down gown, and where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around
To all tomorrow s parties, to all tomorrow s parties Underground, she ll turn once more to sunday s clown
a hand-me-down gown
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around, to all tomorrow s parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday s gowns, a blackened shroud, a hand-me-down dress from who knows where
Fit for one who sits and cries, and what will she do with thursday s rags when monday comes around Velvet, she ll turn once more to sunday s clown