Chelsea Hotel No. 2

I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you

You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the Limousines wait in the street
You told me again you preferred handsome men
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
And all of that jiving around
And all of that jiving around
Probably still is for those of them left
Those were the reason and that was New York
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

You got away, I never once heard you say
You were famous, your heart was a legend

Ah, but you got away, didn't you, babe?
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

And then you got away, didn't you, baby?
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty

I can't keep track of each fallen robin
You fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind
We are ugly but we have the music"

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
But for me you would make an exception
I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you