I [heart] Manchester

Forever looking up
And never looking down
Drinking from a half full cup
A child of this town

The colour of this city
The beautiful blue sky
Manchester, ain't she pretty
The apple of my eye

The dark and gritty clubs
The black sky filled with stars
The warm and friendly pubs
The buskers strumming their guitars

The scribbles in the sky
As the hue seeps through
Through the corner of my eye
Just for me and you

Manchester, whom I write of,
With her I'm never lonely
Manchester, my first true love
And possibly the only.