Ryan Adams - My Blue Manhattan Lyrics
My blue ManhattanShe's angry like a child, but how sweetFire and rain on the streetIt's you against me most daysIt's me against you, dollAh, the snows comin' downon the cars in midtownStone cold in sheets with you all over meAin't that sweet my little gal,ain't that sweet my little galMy blue ManhattanShe cusses with her sailor's mouthAnd fire and rain on the streetsIt's you against me most daysIt's me against youMaking snow angels in the gravel and the dirtCrawling like a spider,and I'm somewhere inside herToo hurt to move, too hurt to moveMy blue Manhattan