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编辑于2024/01/06更新