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 palpitating 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.