My Man

My Man
by: Regina Spektor

My man don’t treat me right
Don’t kiss me sweet goodnight
Don’t buy me flowers to smell
Why he’s a rotten boy from hell

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

Cos he loves me, he loves me, he really, really loves me
And his eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city
He don’t agree but what a pity
He love 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 breaks my heart,
He tears me all apart
And he leaves me such a mess,
They say I’m cursed but I am blessed

Cos he loves me, he loves me, he really, really loves me
And his eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city
He don’t agree but what a pity
He love me yes he does

Oh my man, I love him so
He’ll never know
All my life is just despair,
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.


January 14, 2008