Текст (слова) песни: Nancy Sinatra - Friday`s Child
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
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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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