Friday's Child
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Friday's Child
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Friday's child, hard luck is her brother
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
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
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Nancy Sinatra performs "Friday's Child", and this lyric page sits inside the Nancy Sinatra catalog on LyroVerse.
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