Sam Cooke - Little Girl Blue lyrics

No use old girl You might as well surrender Your hope is getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do? Old girl you're through So sit there and count your little fingers Unlucky little girl blue, whoa Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you It's time you knew That all, all you count is the raindrops That's falling on Little blue girl No use old girl You might as well surrender Your hope is getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue