Chelsea Hotel

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

You were talking so brave and so sweet

Giving me head on the unmade bed

While the limousines wait in the street

Those were the reasons and that was New York

We were running for the money and the flesh

And that was called love for the workers in song

Probably still is for those of them left

Ah, but you got away, didn't you babe?

You just turned your back on the crowd

You got away, I never once heard you say

I need you, I don't need you

I need you, I don't need you

And all of that jiving around

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

You were famous, your heart was a legend

You told me again you preferred handsome men

But for me you would make an exception

And clenching your fist for the ones like us

Who are...