Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child lyrics

Friday's child.....Her sister's misery

Friday's child.....Her daddy they call hard times

Friday's child.....That's me

Friday's child.....Born a little ugly

Friday's child.... Good looks passed her by..oh

Friday's child.....Makes something look like nothing

Friday's child.....Am I..ya

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Friday's child.....Never climbed no mountain

Friday's child.....She ain't even gonna tray..oh

Friday's child.....Whom they'll forget to bury

Friday's child.....Am I