Little Girl Blue Songtext
von Anita O’Day

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl, you′re through
Sit there and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue

Sit there, count the raindrops falling on you
It's time you knew all you can count on
Is the raindrops that fall on little girl blue

No use, old girl
You may as well surrender
Your hope is getting slender
Why won′t somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer the little girl blue?


When I was very young
The world was younger than I
As merry as a carousel
The circust 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 tinsel and gold

No use, old girl
You may as well surrender
Your hope is getting slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer the little girl blue?

Cheer little girl blue
Cheer little girl blue
Cheer little girl blue