My blue Manhattan
She`s angry like a child, but how sweet
Fire and rain on the street
It`s you against me most days
It`s me against you, doll
Ah, the snows comin` down
on the cars in midtown
Stone cold in sheets with you all over me
Ain`t that sweet my little gal,
ain`t that sweet my little gal
My blue Manhattan
She cusses with her sailor`s mouth
And fire and rain on the streets
It`s you against me most days
It`s me against you
Making snow angels in the gravel and the dirt
Crawling like a spider,
and I`m somewhere inside her
Too hurt to move, too hurt to move
My blue Manhattan
