leonard cohen
chelsea hotel
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so free Giving me head on the unmade bed  While the limousines wait in the street  And those were the reasons and that was New York  I was running for the money and the flesh  That was called love for the workers in song It still is for those of us left.  But you got away, didn't you, baby?  You just threw it all to the crowd You got away, they can't pay you now  For making your sweet little song I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,  In the winter of 67 My friends of that year they were all trying to go queer  And me I was just getting even  And those were the reasons and that was New York I was running for the money and the flesh  That was called love for the workers in song It still is for those of us left But you got away, didn't you, baby?  You just threw it all to the crowd  You got away, they can't pay you now  For making your sweet little song