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