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 reasons 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.
Great song for the night.
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 reasons 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.
Great song for the night.
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