LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMidnight In Chelsea
The kids 'round here look just like sticksThey trade old licks with a beat up sixI just smile and catch the grooveGothic girls all dress in blackSerious as heart attacksIt takes a little bit of getting used toThe old man with the whiskey stainsLost the night forgot his nameHis poor wife will sleep alone againAnd it ain't hard to understandWhy she's holding on to her own handRefrão:It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in ChelseaNo one's asking me for favorsNo one's looking for a saviorThey're too busy saving meI've seen a lone,sloane ranger driveseems her chauffeur took a diveAnd sold her secrets to the sunAnd later in a magazineI finally figured what it meansTo be a saint, not a queenTwo lustful lovers catch a sparkAnd chase their shadows in the darkSomeone's getting off tonightOf a big red bus that's packed so tightIt disappears in a trail of lightSomewhere someone's dreaming baby it's all right...It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in ChelseaNo one's asking me for favorsNo one's looking for a savoirThey're too busy saving meMidnight in Chelsea, midnight in ChelseaNo one's pinned dreams on meNo one's asking me to bleedI'm the man I want to beWhen Chelsea girls sing...It's morning when I go to sleepIn the distant dawn a church bell ringsAnother day is coming onA baby's born, an old man diesSomewhere young lovers kiss good-byeI leave my soul and just move onAnd wish that I was there to sing this songRefrãoIt's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in ChelseaNo one's pinned dreams on meNo one's asking me to bleedI'm the man I want to beThe man I want to be,the man I want to beMidnight in Chelsea
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