With a million neon rainbows burning below her And a million blazing taxis raising a roar Here she sits above the town in her Schiaparelli gown Down in the depths of the ninetieth floor When the crowds and all the nightclubs punish the parquet And the bars are packed with couples calling for more She's deserted and depressed in her regal-eagle nest Down in the depths of the ninetieth floor When the only one she wanted wants another What's the use of swa*k and cash in the bank galore? Why, even the janitor's wife has a perfectly good love life And here she is facing tomorrow, alone with her sorrow Down in the depths of the ninetieth floor And the only one she wanted wants another What's the use of swa*k and cash in the bank galore? Yes, even the janitor's wife has a perfectly good love life And here she is facing tomorrow, alone with her sorrow Down in the depths of the ninetieth floor Down in the depths, down in the depths Down in the depths, down in the depths Down in the depths, down in the depths Down in the depths, down in the depths Down in the depths of the ninetieth floor