Clap! Clap!
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hote
you were talking so brave and so swee
giving me head on the unmade be
while the limosines wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New Yor
we were running for the money and the fles
And that was called love for the workers in son
probably still is for those of them left
Ah but you got away didn't you bab
you just turned your back on the crow
You got away I never once heard you sa
I need you, I don't need yo
I need you, I don't need yo
and all of that jiving around
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hote
you were famous you heart was a legen
You told me again you preferred handsome me
but for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for ones like u
who were oppresssed by the figures of beaut
You fixed yourself yourself you said never min
we are ugly but we have the music
And then you got away didn't you bab
you just turned you back on the crow
You got away I never once heard you sa
I need you, I don't need yo
I need you, I don't need yo
and all of that jiving around
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the bes
I can't keep track of each fallen robi
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hote
that's all I don't think of you that often.
