I still smell tobacco on my fingers
My breath reeks of pot and wine and sex
My eyes open up like they haven't in years
So I won't miss whatever happens next
You call me a thief; all right, I'm a thief
Grab your summons, come and ring my bell
I'll be making love with my baby
In the Chelsea Hotel
I told you to meet me at eight o'clock
I said I'll be drinking at the bar
I drove between Newark and LaGuardia
Trying to return a rented car
We keep missing connections today
But tomorrow would be just as well
I gotta go make love with my baby
In the Chelsea Hotel
I've been walking all around your neighborhood
My former love
You seem as far away and as sad to me
As those rain clouds above
I hope you're happy and whatever you're doing
I hope you're doing well
And please don't try to contact me
At the Chelsea Hotel
I was starting to think
The world was going to end when the calendar turns
But now you're here, I see the future, baby
And they can let the calendar burn
New love is beautiful
But new love is sad
New love brings back all the old loves
That you've ever had
I put out a casting call
And you cast a spell
And we're practicing for the millennium
Making love at the Chelsea Hotel
So who knows what tomorrow brings
But I know where I'll be waking up
Let's just listen to our breath tonight
And the breeze through the window that you opened up
Can you feel our hearts beating
Which one's yours? Which one's mine? You can't tell
Just another day of making love
At the Chelsea Hotel
Spent all day making love
At the Chelsea Hotel
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