David Bowie "Queen Bitch" Слова пісні

Queen Bitch

I'm up on the eleventh floorAnd I'm watching the cruisers belowHe's down on the streetAnd he's trying hard to pull sister FloMy heart's in the basementMy weekend's at an all time low'Cause she's hoping to scoreSo I can't see her letting him goWalk out of her heart, walk out of her mindOh not her

She's so swishy in her satin and tatIn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hatOh God, I could do better than that

She's an old time ambassadorOf sweet talking, night walking gamesAnd she's known in the darkest clubsFor pushing ahead of the damesIf she says she can do it, then she can do itShe don't make false claimsFor she's a queen and such are queensThat your laughter is sucked in their brainsNow she's leading him onAnd she'll lay him right downBut it could have been meYes, it could have been meWhy didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tatIn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hatOh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a whileAnd I gaze at my hotel wallThe cot is so coldIt don't feel like no bed at allYeah, I lay down a whileAnd look at my hotel wallAnd he's down on the streetSo I throw both his bags down the hallAnd I'm phoning a cab'Cause my stomach feels smallThere's a taste in my mouthAnd it's no taste at allIt could have been meOh yeah, it could have been meWhy didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tatIn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hatOh God, I could do better than that