manhattan im up a tree the one ive most adored is bored with me manhattan im awfully nice nice people dine with me and maybe twice yet the only one in the world im really mad about talks of somebody else and then walks out with a million neon rainbows burning below me and a million noisy taxis raising a roar here i sit above the town in my gown down in the depths on the ninetieth floor while the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet and the elite at twenty one they clamor for more im so deserted i m so depressed in my regal eagle nest down in the depths on the ninetieth floor when the only one you wanted wants another whats the use of swank and cash in the bank galore why even my janitors wife has a very substantial love life and here am i facing tomorrow alone in my sorrow down in the depths on the ninetieth floor