Friday's Child Lyrics by Nancy SinatraFRIDAY'S CHILDNancy 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 PUT THESE LYRICS ON YOUR BLOG OR MYSPACE PROFILE! Copy this code and paste it in your website.
This is what it will look like. Neat, eh? Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child Lyrics
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