Chelsea Hotel #1歌詞

I remember you well,in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking so pretty and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the machines laid in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and flesh
I was running for the money and flesh
And that was called love
For the workers in Seoul and it still is for those of them left
Ah,but you got away,didn't your brain
You just threw it all to the ground
Oh,you got away
They can pay now for making your sweet little sound
Come on make it babe
Making your sweet little sound