talk - ing so brave and so sweet
Giv - ing me head on the
wait in the street
Those were the rea - sons and that was New
York, we were running for the money and the
flesh and that was called
love for the work - ers in song probably
still is for those of them left
did - n't you ba - by ? you just turned your
back on the crowd
I need you I don't
need you I need you
I don't need you," and
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,