I remember آپ well in the Chelsea Hotel
آپ 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 آپ got away, didn't آپ babe
آپ just turned your back on the crowd
آپ got away, I never once heard آپ 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 آپ well in the Chelsea Hotel
آپ were famous, your دل was a legend
آپ told me again آپ preferred handsome men
But for me آپ would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed سے طرف کی the figures of beauty
آپ fixed yourself, آپ said, "Well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music."
And then آپ got away, yeah, didn't آپ babe
آپ just turned your back on the crowd
آپ got away, I never once heard آپ 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 آپ the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remember آپ well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of آپ that often
