Walkin up 23rd Street I was tired and alone It was late my housemate Would be asleep when I got home The sign ahead glowin red Said the Chelsea Hotel Where Nancy and Sid Vicious And my friend Dave once dwelled The street was black under my feet Which continued their walkin Though I was vaguely interested In the folks behind me talkin Two guys maybe gay Wearin Reber type suits And a girl wearin glasses Who looked kinda cute Her hair was short and curly She had a tattoo on her back Which I could see cos her red shirt Was sleeveless with straps But I only saw this later Not in my first glance But I could hear her talkin behind me And as if by chance She was tryin to describe A song I knew well The Leonard Cohen song About the Chelsea Hotel And I smiled a smile to myself When she said That was the song where he talks about Someone giving him head On the bed thats unmade And how the song was outrageous And thats when I got Uncharacteristically courageous I could have left the three of them laughin And just gone on home But I turned and I faced her And I said Leonard Cohen? .....just like that.... She was shocked and surprised But she looked very happy That she now had a witness To back up her story She looked at me With her spectacled eyes And said, see I told you To the two others guys My tale might have ending right there and then But we started talkin about Leonard Cohen How his lyrics were cool And how he sang so sincere That it must have been true And it happened right here Usually women right of the bat Dont find me that great But there we were laughin, scrollin Like we could really relate Although we didnt mention the head line It was alluded And her conversation was better Cos her friends werent included The guys were more into each other At least thats how it seemed to me I heard the faint knocking of opportunity Although its easy for me now Upon my looking back To think of all the things I could have said To make me the mac Just keep the sad truth in mind As I tell this to you That we really only talked For a minute or two And I never got her name And she never got mine But in this couple short minutes We had a pretty good time And on top of that Though you may not believe it You know what she says to me next As I repeat it That line about gettin the blow job That Leonard sings She said it made her Want to do naughty things Right about then I should have asked If she knew What the Chelsea charged If we got a room for two But I didnt and I know Im a schmuck, dont you doubt it The only thing I did Was write this stupid song about it If I was Leonard Cohen Or some other song writing master Id know to first get the oral sex And then write the song after You can practice writing songs About romance every day But if you havent loved Then youll have nothing to say We could have given each other head On Leonard same unmade bed But I was too shy to suggest it And so instead When the three of them stopped To look through a pub window I said good night Tho I had not quite meant to And waved as we walked tho I would not forget her Especially when she mysteriously said See you later So now every time Im walking I hope that wed meet And on purpose I always go up 23rd Street Where the sign glowin red Says the Chelsea Hotel Where Nancy and Sid Vicious And my friend Daves once dwelled Life doesnt work out The way it does in old songs Thats why we sing new ones To say what really goes on So if I ever see her again And we pick up Right we were ended Maybe Ill play her this song Maybe she wont get too offended And listen I tell you why Theres more than this situation Than miss the eyes You may think its sad You may think its pathetic But I sing this song And that shell never know it But think a minute bout what that means And youll realize its actually a wonderful thing That all around the world There maybe folks singin tunes For the love of others folks That they barely knew And it puts a smile on my face Yes, it do And let me tell you You ought to be smilin too Cos the next time youre feelin Kinda lonesome and blue Just think that someone somewhere Might be singin about you So who knows if Ill ever see her again Maybe well see this whole time She could have been singing about me Probably not But it could be
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