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 limousines 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 babe 
 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, 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, yeah, didn't you babe 
 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 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 | 
               
             
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