Little Girl Blue
Sit there and count your fingers; what can you do ?Old girl, you're through,Sit there, count your little fingers,Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you,It's time you knewAll you can ever count on are the raindropsThat fall on little girl blue.
Won't you just sit there ?Count the little raindrops falling on you,'Cause it's time you knewAll you can ever count on are the raindropsThat fall on little girl blue.
No use, old girl, you might as well surrender,'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender.Why won't somebody send a tender blue boyTo cheer up little girl blue ?