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