I remember anda well in the Chelsea Hotel
anda 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 Cinta for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left
Ah, but anda got away, didn't anda babe
anda just turned your back on the crowd
anda got away, I never once heard anda say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
I remember anda well in the Chelsea Hotel
anda were famous, your hati, tengah-tengah was a legend
anda told me again anda preferred handsome men
But for me anda would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed sejak the figures of beauty
anda fixed yourself, anda said, "Well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music."
And then anda got away, yeah, didn't anda babe
anda just turned your back on the crowd
anda got away, I never once heard anda say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
I don't mean to suggest that I loved anda the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remember anda well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of anda that often
