I rem ember you we ll in the Che lsea Hotel,
you were talking so b rave and so sw eet,
giving me h ead on the un made bed ,
while the l imousines wait in the st reet.
Those were the reasons and t hat was New York,
we were r unning for the mo ney and the fle sh.
And t hat was called love for the wo rkers in song
probably still is for those of them l eft.
Ah b ut you got away, didn' t you babe,
you just turned your b ack on the cr owd,
you g ot away, I never once h eard you say,
I n eed you, I don't ne ed you,
I n eed you, I don't ne ed you
and a ll of that giving ar ound.
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 oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn'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 all, I don't even think of you that often.