Down In the Depths

Manhattan, I’m up a tree
The one I’ve most adored
Is bored
With me
Manhattan, I’m awfully 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