by Chris Bodenner

Lyrics to Nina Simone's "Little Girl Blue" after the jump:

Sit there and count your fingers


What can you do


Old girl you're through


Just sit there and count your little fingers


Unlucky little girl blue.

Just sit there and count the raindrops


Falling on you


It's time you knew


All you can count on


Are the raindrops


That fall on little girl blue

No use old girl


You may as well surrender


Your hopes are getting slender


Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy


To cheer up little girl blue

No use old girl


You may as well surrender


Your hopes are getting slender


Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy


To cheer up little girl blue

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