Текст песни VELVET UNDERGROUND - All Tomorrow's Parties
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Текст песни VELVET UNDERGROUND - All Tomorrow's Parties
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 shall she do( )When midnight comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesWhy silks and linens of yesterday's gownsTo all tomorrow's partiesAnd what will she do with Thursday's ragsWhen Monday comes aroundShe'll turn once more to Sunday's clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow's partiesFor Thursday's child is Sunday's clownFor whom none will go mourningA blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown