I remember you were in a Chelsea motel You were talking so bravely, so sweet Giving me head on beyond my bed While the limousine was waiting straight Those were the reasons that was New York We were running for the money and the flesh That was called love for the workers in song Probably still is for those of them who left You got away, didn't you baby You just turned your back on the crowd You got away, never once heard you say I need you, I don't need you I need you, I don't need you And all of that driving around I remember you were in a Chelsea motel You were famous, your heart was a legend You told me again you preferred handsome men But for me you would make an exception Clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are all oppressed by the fears of beauty You fixed yourself, you said well never mind We're ugly but we have the music You got away, didn't you baby You just turned your back on the crowd You got away, never once heard you say I need you, I don't need you I need you, I don't need you And all of that driving around I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best I can't keep track of each fallen rubber I remember you were in a Chelsea motel That's all I don't even think of you, but I'll find you