I haven’t been able to relate to a song this much in a long time.
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind?
Were your records all you had to pass the time?
Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans?
Oh, the uptight, rowdy girls of Lower Chelsea…
We’re hustling under but we live in the city
And we keep it down when we take a beating
Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don’t take him home.
When you’re working full-time
And spending all of your nights; dancing like you did.
Well, the gravity hangs all over some boys you had
She’ll still remain the Queen of Lower Chelsea
Did you grow up a good girl; your daddy’s pride?
Did you make all the right, take all the right drugs right on time?
American girls: they want the whole world
They want every little last light in New York City
We’re hustling under and we’re fast asleep
And we keep it down when we take a beating
Yeah, we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don’t take him home.
When you’re working full-time
And spending all of your nights; dancing like you did.
Well, the gravity hangs all over some boys you had
She’ll still remain the Queen of Lower Chelsea
Well they say these days,
Nothing comes cheap
Everything has a price
Everyone has a price
Nothing is free
Not even me
When you’re working full-time
and spending all of your nights; dancing like you did.
Well, the gravity hangs all over some boys you had
She’ll still remain the Queen
When you’re working full-time
and spending all of your nights; dancing like you used to.
Well, the gravity hangs all over some boys you had
She’ll still remain the Queen of Lower Chelsea
