Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (Live in London)

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 reason 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, didn't you, baby? I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best 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 my little darling, I don't even think of you that often