A hand-me-down dress from who knows where, to all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door.
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where, to all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do when midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door.