My Blue Manhattan

[Verse 1]

My blue Manhattan, mmm

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

[Verse 2]

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 doll

Making snow angels in the gravel and the dirt

Crawling like a spider

I'm somewhere inside her

Too hurt to move, too hurt to move

My blue Manhattan