Chelsea Hotel No2 Leonard Cohen
I re[C]member you [G]well in the [F]Chelsea Ho[C]tel,
you were [C]talking so [G]brave and so [F]sweet,
[C]giving me [G]head on the [F]unmade [C]bed,
while the l[C]imousines wait in the [G]street.
[F]Those were the reasons and [Am]that was New York,
we were [Am]running for the [G]money and the f[F]lesh.
And [F]that was called love for the [C]workers in song
probably [C]still is for those of them l[G]eft.
Ah but y[F]ou got away, didn't you [C]babe,
you just t[C]urned your [G/B]back on the c[Am]rowd,
[F]you got away, I never once heard you sa[C]y,
I n[F]eed you, I don't n[C]eed you,
I n[F]eed you, I don't n[C]eed you
and [C]all of that jiving ar[G]ound.
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 up, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.