Actually, what I remember BEST about the Chelsea Hotel was how stuffy our room was.

If you need a breeze to move the air, I’ll do it, you can bet
And if you want a stiffer breeze, just crank up my annular jet
If you need a wind effect
For the music video you’re tryna direct
Here I stand
I’m your fan

If you want some airflow in your cube just set me up at work
‘Cause after all some airflow ain’t exactly a luxurious perq
Even though I don’t have any blades
(It’s just the innovative way I’m made,
You understand)
I’m your fan

Ah, the room’s too close, it smells so gross
It’s a stuffy atmosphere
The air’s more stale with each exhale
There’s no windows in here
Ah, but your fan will help things circulate
And get a current moving, see
And the fresh air will come in
And then that’ll be great
Clearing out the body odor of your
Officemate
And you’ll feel so much better
When it dissipates
You’ll be pleased
With your fan

So if you’ve got a mobile that won’t turn, I’ll push it ‘round for you
And if it starts to spin too fast, well you can turn me down some, too
If you’re, like, a finger-painting master
And you want your pictures to dry faster
I’m on hand
I’m your fan

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