Queen Bitch - David Bowie

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 s_cked 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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