Street Hassle
Lou Reed
11:00What 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 would she do Oh, when midnight comes around on eagle? She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door 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? Oh, and what will she do with Thursday's rags, oh-oh When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door 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 For all tomorrow's parties For all tomorrow's parties Costume, costume, costume shall the poor girl wear Costume All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown of rags and silks, a costume All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties All tomorrow's parties, all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties, to all tomorrow's parties