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