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(Reed) Intro: D#m C# D#m |x4
And what cD#mostume shall the pC#oor girl wD#mear To G#mall tomorrow's pBbmarties A hD#mand-me-down dress from whC#o knows whD#mere To G#mall tomorrow's pBbmarties And whG#mere will she go and whBbmat she gonna do When mG#midnight comes arBbmound She tD#murn once more to SC#unday's clD#mown G#mAnd cry behBbmind the dD#moor C# D#m
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 sa Intro to fade