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
Too 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 you