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Şarkı Sözleri 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 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 tomorrows' parties? Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrows parties? And what shall she do with yesterday'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 tomorrows' parties? For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom no will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fits for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties