I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel   Talking so brave and so sweet   Giving me head on the unmade bed   As the limousines wait in the streets   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      Then you got away, didn't you babe   Always turning 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 at 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 then clenching your fist for the ones like us   Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty   You fixed yourself and you said, "Well never mind,   we are ugly but we have the music"      Then you got away, didn't you babe   Always turning 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 at the Chelsea Hotel   That's all, I don't even think of you that often