I really like Manhattan, I take those jazz club cats, I like the way they play it but I don't like that.
The booty's hip, I cruise in, the rhythm starts to fit, with the guys on the trumpet to the loud brass.
My phrasing's amazing, the melody's just fine.
The only thing that's balls it is love, on every second line.
Even quiet ballads, a mellow little crew.
You can hear me singing cause, the trumpet's ringing.
So I give them time to solo, the place I'm center stage, but they won't blow their horns unless it's too upstate.
Stop, stop, stop.
My phrasing's amazing, the melody's just fine.
The only thing that's balls it, that really really balls it, is on every second line.