My blue Manhattan
She's angry like a child, how sweet
Fire and rain on the street
It's you against me most days
It's me against you, don't
The snow's coming down
On the cars in Midtown
Stone cold in the 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
Fire and rain on the street It's you against me most days
It's me against you,
don't Making snow angels in the gravel and the dirt
Falling like a spider Now I'm somewhere inside her
To her to move
To her to move
My blue Manhattan