My Man Lyrics - Regina Spektor

My man don't treat me right 

Don't kiss me sweet good night 

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 am blessed 

'Cause he loves me, he loves me 

He really, really loves me 

And his eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city 

You don't agree? Well, what a pity! 

He love me, yes, he does 

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My man don't treat me sweet 

He walks the empty street 

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 

'Cause he loves me, he loves me 

He really, really loves me, and his 

Eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city 

Don't agree? Well, what a pity! 

He love me, yes, he does 

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Oh 

My man 

I love him so 

He'll never know 

All my life is just a spare 

But I don't care 

When he takes me in his arms 

The world is bright 

All right 

Bum, bum, bum, bum 

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, forevermore