Nancy Sinatra - Friday's Child Lyrics
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Friday's Child
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What Are The Lyrics For Friday's Child By 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 byoh Friday's child, makes something look like nothing Friday's child, am iya Friday's child, never climbed no mountain Friday's child, she ain't even gonna trayoh Friday's child, whom they'll forget to bury Friday's child, am I |
Who Wrote Friday's Child By Nancy Sinatra?
Lee Hazlewood
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