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15.06.2020

 

All Tomorrow's Parties
The Velvet Underground




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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Songwriters: Lou Reed
All Tomorrow's Parties lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC