When I was very youngthe world was younger then IAs merry as a carouselthe circus tend was strungwith ev’ry star in the skyabove the ring I loved so wellnow 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 are through.Sit there and count your little fingersUnlucky little girl blue.Sit there and count the raindropsfalling on you.It’s time you knew,all you can count on is the raindrops that fall on little girl blue.No used, old girl,you may as well surrender.Your hope is getting slender,Why won’t somebody send a tenderBlueboy to cheer little girl blue?

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