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David Bowie - Queen Bitch lyrics
I'm up on the eleventh floor Watching the cruisers below My heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo As she's hoping to score I just can't see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind. 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. 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 If she says she can do it She can do it, she don't make false claims For she's a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down Bet it could have been me Yes it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say. 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 Oh I lay down a while And I gaze at my hotel wall But 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 'Cause it could have been me Yes it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say |
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