By cole porter
With a million neon rainbows burning below me
And a million blazing taxis raising a roar
Here i sit above the town
In my petpaillated gown
Down in the depths
Of the ninetieth floor
While the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet
And the bars are packed with couples calling for more
I'm deserted and depressed
In my regaleagle nest
Down in the depths
Of 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 i am facing tomorrow
Alone in my sorrow
Down in the depths
Of the ninetieth floor
