Texty: Cohen Leonard. Chelsea Hotel No. 2.

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.