Written by:
Frank Carillo, George Kooymans.
Track released on:
Kooymans/Carillo, "On Location"album.
I got a room at the Chelsea Hotel
If you soak up the athmosphere They put it on the bill
I found a pack of cigarettes on my bed
and steamy little pictures rolling through my head
I heard some music coming through the wall
Some whiny little singer,
I didn't know at all
She had an accent wrapped around her tongue
And she spit out every word like it was chewing gum
Then I head the chain start to jingle on my door
If you want to, you an take me home
Just call me honey
I know how hard it is to be alone
Just call me honey
She grabbed a drink that was on a tray
She wriggle out of her dress, and walked away
She shut the door on the bedroom side
I was standing by the window
Wouldn't say suprised
And all the time I could hear her say, Hey