But you left, didn't you, my girl,
you turned your back on the crowd,
you left, I never heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all that strange talk.

I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel,
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me more than once that you preferred strong men
but that for me you would make an exception.
And tightening your fist for those like us
who are oppressed by images of beauty,
while shooting up you said, "Well, it doesn’t matter,
we're ugly but we still have the music."

But you left, didn't you, my girl,
you turned your back on the crowd,
you left, I never heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all that strange talk.

I don’t want to say that I was able to love you the best way,
I can't account for every trapped robin.
I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don’t even think of you that often.