David Bowie - Queen Bitch Lyrics

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Ah yeah

Oh yeah

I'm up on the eleventh floor

And i'm watching the cruisers below

He's down on the street

And he's try hard to pull sister flo

Oh my heart's in the basement

My weekend's at an all time low

'cause she's hoping to score

So i can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart

Walk out of her mind

Oh not her

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh god i could do better than that

Oh yeah

She's an old-time ambassador

Of sweet talking night walking games

And she's known in the darkest clubs

For pushing ahead of the dames

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If she says she can do it

Then she can do it she don't make false claims

But she's a queen and such a queen

Such a laughter is sucked in their brains

Now she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

Yes she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me

Yes it could have been me

Why didn't i say why didn't i say?

No no no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh god i could do better than that

So i lay down a while

And i gaze at my hotel wall

Oh the cot is so cold

It don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah i lay down a while

And look at my hotel wall

And he's down on the street

So i throw both his bags down the hall

And i'm phoning a cab

'cause my stomach feels small

There's a taste in my mouth

And it's no taste at all

It could have been me

Oh yeah it could have been me

Why didn't i say why didn't i say?

No no no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh god i could do better than that

Oh

You betcha

Oh yeah

Uh hu

Mmm

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