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 awaydidn t you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got awayI never once heard you say
I need youI don t need you
I need youI don t need you
And all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famousyour 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 oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourselfyou saidWell never mind
We are ugly but we have the music.

And then you got awaydidn t you babe...

I don t mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can t keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That s allI don t even think of you that often.

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