Текст песни Chet Baker - Little Girl Blue

Sit there and count your fingers, what can you doOld girl, you're throughJust sit there and count your little fingers, unhappy littleGirl blueSit there and count the raindrops falling on youIt's time you knewAll you can count on are the raindrops that fall on little Girl blueNo use, old girl, you might as well surrender

Your hopes are getting slenderWhy won't somebody send a tenderBlue boy to cheer up little girl blueWhen you were very young, the world was younger than youAs merry as a carouselThe circus tent was strung with ever star in the skyAbove the ring you loved so wellNow the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold
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