All Tomorrow's Parties Lyrics - The Lost And Found - Rasputina

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 be 

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