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Chelsea Hotel #1
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Givin' me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street

Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were runnin' for the money and the flesh
I was runnin' for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
And still is for those of them left

Yeah, but you got away, didn't you babe?
You just through it all to the crowd
Oh, you got away, they can't pay now
For making your sweet little sound
Come on make it babe
Making your sweet little sound