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Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child lyrics
FRIDAY'S CHILD Nancy Sinatra 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 Guitar Solo 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 From: Kelly Carnahan |
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