I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so smooth
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousine waits in the street
And those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
That was called love for the workers in song
But it still is for those of us left
Ah, but you got away, didn't you, babe?
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
All of that driving around
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 exceptions
You're clenching your fists for the ones like us
Who are pressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said if I might
We are only, we have the music
And you got away, didn't you, babe?
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
All of that driving around
I don't mean to say just that I loved you fast
I can't keep track of each fallen ribbon
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't think of you that often