Talk is plenty, words are cheap I dream about it every night in my sleep Don't want the money, don't want the cars I want the sun, the moon and the stars
I do deliver, out on a limb A time for living and a time to give in Could be a lover, could be your boss I want it all, to hell with the cause
In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel I found God, I found God
Talk dirty, feel the heat Can't catch my breath, my heart skips a beat Could be a poet, it's a ball I wanna dance to this ritual
To close for comfort, too hot to touch I get the feeling, the feeling's too much Oh baby, haven't you heard? We live forever on West Twenty Third
In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel I found God, I found God
Oh, oh, it was a night of joy Oh, oh, it never ends Oh, oh, it was a night of joy Oh, oh, it never ends
In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel I found God, I found God
In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel In a room at the Chelsea Hotel I found God, I found God I found God, I found God I found God, I found God I found youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
