Tekster:
Sinatra Nancy Lightning S Girl

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.....

Nancy: At night when stars light up the sky Oh sir I dream my fire is high Oh taste these lips sir if you can Wandering man, I call thee sand Nancy

samin' when you oughta be a changin'. Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what

... Turn me on a lot My world lies right there in your love eyes... your love eyes Love eyes... Keep me all uptight Love eyes... Make me do what's right

You Only Live Twice or so it seems, One life for yourself and one for your dreams. You drift through the years and life seems tame, Till one dream

shame) But people try to understand He's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's the last