Paroles de My Blue Manhattan

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 snow's 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