My blue manhattan
by Ryan Adams
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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.
The snow is coming 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, doll.
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.
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.
The snow is coming 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, doll.
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.