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And what shall the poor girl wear
To all parties
A hand-me-down dress who knows where
To all tomorrow's
And where will she go and shall she do
When midnight comes
She'll turn more to sunday's clown
And cry the door

And what costume shall the poor wear
To all tomorrow's
Why silks and of yesterday's gowns
To all parties
And what will she do with thursday's rags monday comes around
She'll turn once more to clown
And cry behind the

And what costume the poor girl wear
To all parties
For thursday's is sunday's clown
For whom will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a gown
Of rags and silks, a
Fit for one who and cries
For all tomorrow's