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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 limosines 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 baby

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 you 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 ones like us

who were oppresssed by the figures of beauty

You fixed yourself yourself you said never mind

we are ugly but we have the music.

And then you got away didn't you baby

you just turned you 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 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 think of you that often.