Friday's Child - 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 pa*sed her by..oh Friday's child.....Makes something look like nothing Friday's child.....Am I..ya 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