Little Girl Blue by Ray Charles
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 tinsel and gold
Sit there, and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl, you're through
Sit there, and count your little fingers
Unlucky, litle girl blue
Sit there, and count the raindrops
Falling on you
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