Текст: Regina Spektor. Otras Canciones. My Man.

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My man don't treat me right,
Don't kiss me sweet goodnight.
Don't buy me flowers to smell,
Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell.

My man don't treat me good,
He eats up all my food,
And he leaves me such a mess.
They say I'm cursed, but I'm blessed.

Coz he loves me, he loves me, he really really loves.
His eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city,
He don't agree - oh what a pity.
He loves me, yes he does.

My man don't treat me sweet
He walks the empty streets,
And he drinks and smokes and swears
And they say he doesn't care.

My man, he brakes my heart,
He tears me all apart,
And he leaves me such a mess.
They say I'm cursed, but I'm blessed.

Coz he loves me, he loves me, he really really loves.
His eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city,
He don't agree - oh what a pity.
He loves me, yes he does.

Oh my man, I love him so.
He'll never know.
All my life is just his spare,
But I don't care when he takes me in his arms
The world is bright.
Alright.

What's the difference if I say I'll go away
When I know I'll come back on my knees someday,
For whatever my man is,
I'm his forever more

(Thanks to Barney for these lyrics)