I rem F ember you C well in the Bb Chelsea Ho F tel,
You were F talking so br C ave and so s Dm weet.
F Giving me C head on the Bb unmade F bed
While the l Bb imousines wait in the s C treet
Dm Those were the reasons and Bb that was New York,
We were F running for the A money and the Dm flesh
And Bb that was called love for F the workers in song,
Probably Bb still is for those of them C left.
And then Dm you got away, d Bb idn't you, baby?
You just F turned your b A ack on the Dm crowd.
Bb You got away, I never o F nce heard you say,
"I Bb need you, I don't F need you, I Bb need you, I don't F need you,"
Bb Dm F (To lead into next verse).
And all of that Driving around.
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, you said, "Well, never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music."
I don't F mean to su C ggest that I Bb loved you the F best
I can't k F eep track of C each fallen Dm robin.
I F remember you C well in the Bb Chelsea Ho F tel,
F C (Not Played)
That's all, I don't think of you that often.
Rufus Wainwright
