2 acessos
Intro: D#m C# D#m |x4 D#m C# D#m And what costume shall the poor girl wear G#m Bbm To all tomorrow's parties D#m C# D#m A hand-me-down dress from who knows where G#m Bbm To all tomorrow's parties G#m Bbm And where will she go and what she gonna do G#m Bbm When midnight comes around D#m C# D#m She turn once more to Sunday's clown G#m Bbm D#m C# D#m And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Linens and silks of last night'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 as Intro |x4 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