My Blue Manhattan lyrics

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.

• Artist:Ryan Adams
• Album:Love Is Hell, Pt. 2 (2003)