blossom dearie
down in the depths
Manhattan-I'm up a tree The one I've most adored Is bored With me. Manhattan, I'm awf'lly nice, Nice people dine with me, And even twice. Yet the only one in the world I'm mad about Talks of somebody else And walks out. With a million neon rainbows burning below me And a million blazing taxis raising a roar Here I sit, above the town In my pet pailletted gown Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor. While the crowds at El Morocco punish the parquet And at '21' the couples clamor for more I'm deserted and depressed In my regal eagle nest Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor. When the only one you wanted wants another What's the use of swank and cash in the bank galore? Why, even the janitor's wife Has a perfectly good love life And here am I Facing tomorrow Alone with my sorrow Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor.