Sit there
and count your fingers,
what can
you do,
Old girl,
you're through.
Just sit
there and count your little fingers,
unhappy
little girl blue.
Sit there
and count the raindrops falling on you,
It's time
you knew,
All you can
count on are the raindrops that fall on little girl blue.
No use, old
girl, you might as well surrender,
Your hopes
are getting slender,
why won't
somebody send a tender
Blue boy to
cheer up little girl blue.
When I was
very young, the world was younger than I,
As merry as
a carousel,
The circus
tent was strung with every star in the sky,
Above the
ring I loved so well.
Now the
young world has grown old,
gone are
the silver and gold
Sit there
and count the raindrops falling on you,
It's time you knew,
All you can
count on are the raindrops that fall on little girl blue.
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