Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child - Nancy Sinatra lyrics

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Friday's child.....Hard luck is her brother<br />

Friday's child.....Her sister's misery<br />

Friday's child.....Her daddy they call hard times<br />

Friday's child.....That's me<br />

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Friday's child.....Born a little ugly<br />

Friday's child.... Good looks passed her by..oh<br />

Friday's child.....Makes something look like nothing<br />

Friday's child.....Am I..ya<br />

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Friday's child.....Never climbed no mountain<br />

Friday's child.....She ain't even gonna tray..oh<br />

Friday's child.....Whom they'll forget to bury<br />

Friday's child.....Am I