Letras de All Tomorrow’s Parties

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

Where did she go and what did 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?
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow′s parties

Blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Rags and silk for costumes
A tale for one who sits and cries
And hides behind the door

Where did she go and what did she do
When midnight comes around?
She′ll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door