Bryan Ferry TAXI - 6. ALL TOMORROW’S PARTIES | Текст песни

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And what costume shall the poor girl wear?
All tomorrow’s parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
All tomorrow’s parties
And where will she go and what she gonna do?
When midnight comes around
She turned once more to Sunday’s clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear?
All tomorrow’s parties
Linens and silks of last night’s gown
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?
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 silk a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
All tomorrow’s parties

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