Friday, I was born on a Friday
My name was like a stone and it hit me
That everything was frozen
I don't was allowed and it hurt me
I know it wasn't new when she told me
That everything was frozen
And why they call it June?
Friday, I was born on a Friday
My name was like a stone and it hit me
That everything was frozen
And why they call it June
That everything was frozen
And why they call it June More from Flowers For Breakfast