Little Girl Blue – Live in New York, 1964 Songtext
von Nina Simone

Sit there, count your fingers
What can you do?
Little girl, you′re through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue


Sit there, count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Ain′t no use, old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer little girl blue?