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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

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
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      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