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
