Velvet Underground - All Tomorrow's Parties
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 do
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
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
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What is this thing called a relationship????
I perpetuate an image of myself that virtually makes the possibility of me being anything other then single, highly unlikely. But I have so much fun doing it!
Probably jinxing myself. I am looking at flight information for a weekend getaway I'm not even sure I can go on yet. *crosses fingers* (yes, I did just get back from vacation, but that was with the kids, this would be just for me)