Friday's Child

What goes on when the hours grow small?
Don't one pretty face
Count for anything at all?
It's so sad to see what a girl like she
Would try to turn herself into.

What to do while your darling's away?
Don't get alarmed
She's got lots of company.
Where she goes it's all perfume and snow
So smile. If only you knew Friday's Child.

Though she's got this town
In the palm of her hand.
She'll do party favors
For a winter wonderland.
Cause she knows it's just
The price you pay
For style and substance today.
Friday's Child.