Queen Bitch by David Bowie

Duh pu thu ku kun ba pa ta da da
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
If she says she can do it
Then she can't 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 i 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
To tat yah
Oh yeah
Uh hu
Mmm