Fridays child.....hard luck is her brother
fridays child.....her sisters misery
fridays child.....her daddy they call hard times
Fridays child.....thats me
Fridays child.....born a little ugly
fridays child.... good looks passed her by..oh
fridays child.....makes something look like nothing
fridays child.....am i..ya
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Fridays child.....never climbed no mountain
fridays child.....she aint even gonna tray..oh
fridays child.....whom theyll forget to bury
fridays child.....am i