Chelsea Girls Lyrics

Here's Room 506
It's enough to make you sick
Bridget's all wrapped up in foil
You wonder if she can uncoil.
Here's Room 115
Filled with S & M queens
Magic marker row
You wonder just high they go.

Here they come now
See them run now
Here they come now
Chelsea Girls
Poor Mary, she's uptight
She can't turn out her light
Her perfect love's don't last
Her future died in someone's past.

Dropout, she's in a fix,
Amphetamine has made her sick
White powder in the air
She's got problems to be solved
Here they come now...

Here comes Johnny Bore,
He collapsed on the floor
They shot him up with milk
And when he died sold him for silk

Here they come now...