Jon Bon Jovi

The kids 'round here look just like sticksThey trade old licks with a beat up sixI just smile and catch the groove
Gothic girls all dress in blackSerious as heart attacksIt takes a little bit of getting used to
The 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 hand
Chorus:It's midnight in Chelsea, midnight in ChelseaNo one's asking me for favorsNo one's looking for a saviorThey're too busy saving me
(Repeat Chorus)
I'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 queen