Transcript (en)

I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so sweet Giving me head on the unmade bed While the limousines weighed in the street And those were the reasons And that was New York We were living for the money and the flesh And that was called love For the workers in song Probably still is for those of them left But you got away Didn't you, babe? You just turned your back on that crowd You got away I never once heard you say I need you I don't need you I need you I don't need you