Nancy Sinatra "Friday's Child" Слова песни

Friday's Child

Friday's child.....Hard luck is her brotherFriday's child.....Her sister's miseryFriday's child.....Her daddy they call hard timesFriday's child.....That's me

Friday's child.....Born a little uglyFriday's child.... Good looks passed her by..ohFriday's child.....Makes something look like nothingFriday's child.....Am I..ya

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Friday's child.....Never climbed no mountainFriday's child.....She ain't even gonna tray..ohFriday's child.....Whom they'll forget to buryFriday's child.....Am I

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