I've got a secret. It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs. And I'm gonna keep it. I know something you don't know. It sits in silence
Woke up, it was a Chelsea Morning And the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came a reelin' up
True I wasn't there for you, Told me that I hurt you deeply, too young to know what to do, 16 and I have no worries When I saw that picture of you, I
you whore and playing The fascist P.M.R.C role She wiped her butt with M.R.R Chelsea hates her mom and Chelsea hates her dad Chelsea hates the state
Third Week in the Chelsea by Jorma Kaukonen Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behind My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind Thoughts
he died, sold him for silk Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea girls Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea
Pull down the shades, let's kill the morning Let's kill the morning, let it die Well, your eyes flash out a warning There will be another morning, afternoon
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning Lets kill the morning, let it die Will your eyes flash out a warning But they'll be another morning after
in the blink of an eye The world will be passing us by at The Chelsea Hotel At The Chelsea Hotel Down at The Chelsea Hotel
Chelsea girls have short hair oxblood docs and jeans of blue watch out boys, she's after you with a Fred Perry shirt and a green flight jacket that funny
midnight in Chelsea, midnight in Chelsea No one's asking me for favors No one's looking for a savior They're too busy saving me Midnight in Chelsea
's bad reputation For crowd control operations Seizing on any chance To justify the Public Order Act The thick blue line is not Chelsea's back four It
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were talking so brave and so sweet giving me head on the unmade bed while the limosines wait in the street
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed Somethin' about the buildings in Chelsea that kills me There's somethin' about the buildings in Chelsea
a love story that never has an end You know that's what every woman wants to be And I wanna be, somebody's Chelsea Somebody's Chelsea Somebody's Chelsea Somebody's Chelsea
don't leave me Don't haunt me in the shadows of love Chelsea, they believe me Chelsea, they do Chelsea, they believe me Chelsea, they do Chelsea, they
place here for the mini-skirt waddle Capital punishment, she's last year's model They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie I don't want to go to Chelsea