I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave, so sweet
Giving me head on an unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the streets
And those were the reasons
And that was New York
You were running for the money and flesh
And that was called love for the workers in the song
And probably still is for those of them left
But you got away
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 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 beautiful young men
But for me...you'd make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself up
You said
"Well never mine, we're ugly, but we have the music"
But you got away
You just turned your back on the crowd
And 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 that jiving around
I dont mean to suggest that I loved you the best
Honestly I know I think you tried
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
Huh, that's all
I don't even really think of you that often