Queen Bitch

Aw, 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 trying 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 Oh, she's known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames

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 are queens That your 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

You betcha Oh, yeah Uh-huh Mmm