Текст песни Bryan Ferry - All Tomorrows Parties
Bryan Ferry - All Tomorrows Parties слова песни
(reed)And what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow´s partiesA hand-me-down dress from who knows whereTo all tomorrow´s partiesAnd where will she go and what she gonna doWhen midnight comes aroundShe turn once more to sunday´s clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow´s partiesLinens and silks of last nights gownsTo all tomorrow´s partiesAnd what will she do with thursdays ragsWhen monday comes around? Shell turn once more to sunday´s clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow´s partiesFor thursdays child is sunday´s clownFor whom none will go mourningA blackened shroud a hand-me-down gownOf rags and silks; a costumeFit for one who sits and criesFor all tomorrow´s parties