My Man 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

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