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I remeFmber you wCell in the CBhelsea HFotel,
You were talking soC​ brave and so sdweet.
FGiving me hCead on the uBnmade beFd
While the limousines wait in the sCtreet
dThose were the reasons and thBat was New York,
We were rFunning for the maoney and the fdlesh
And tBhat was called love for the woFrkers in song,
Probably stBill is for those of them Cleft.
And then yBou got away, dFidn't you, baby?
You just taurned your back on the crdowd.
BYou got away, I never oFnce heard you say,
"I nBeed you, I don't nFeed you,
BI need you, I donF't need you,"
And ball of that jiving ardound.C​

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
You were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men,
But for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
You fixed yourself, you said, "Well, never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music."

CI don't mFean to suggCest that I lBoved you the beFst
I can't keep track of eCach fallen rdobin.
I remFember you wCell in the CBhelsea HotFel,
Thats Ball, I don't think of you that oftCen.