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I remember you well in the Chelsea HotelYou were talking so brave and so sweetGiving me head on the unmade bedWhile the limousine waits in the streetThose were the reasons that was New YorkWe were running for the money and the fleshAnd that was called love for the workers in songProbably still is for those of them leftAh but you got away, didn't you babe?You just turned your back on the crowdYou got away, never once heard you sayI need you, I don't need youI need you, I don't need youAll of that jiving aroundI remember you well in the Chelsea HotelYou were famous, your heart was a legendYou told me again you preferred handsome menBut for me you would make an exceptionAnd clenching your fist for the ones like usWho are oppressed by the figures of beautyYou fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mindWe are ugly but we have the music"And you got away, didn't you babe?SongtexteYou just turned your back on the crowdYou got away, never once heard you sayI need you, I don't need youI need you, I don't need youAnd all of that jiving aroundI don't mean to suggest that I loved you bestI can't keep track of each fallen robinI remember you well in the Chelsea HotelThat's all, I don't think of you that often Aus Songtexte Mania