Down In The Depths Of The 90th Floor

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 sometimes 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 noisy taxis raising a roar
Here I stand, above the town
Drinking champagne with a frown
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor

And the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet
And the couples at the bar, they clamor for more
I'm deserted and depressed
In my regal eagle's nest
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor

When the only one you want, wants another
What's the good of swank and cash in the bank galore?
While my janitor and his wife
They have a perfectly good love life
And here am I facing tomorrow
Alone in my sorrow
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Porter
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