Текст песни David Bowie - Queen Bitch
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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 FloOh, my 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 heartWalk out of her mindShe`s so swishy in her satin and tatIn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hatOh God, I could do better than thatShe`s an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking gamesAnd she`s known in the darkest clubsFor pushing ahead of the damesIf she says she can do itThen she can do it, she don`t make false claimsBut 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 downYes 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, why didn`t I say, no, no, noShe`s so swishy in her satin and tatIn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hatOh God, I could do better than thatSo I lay down a whileAnd I look at my hotel wallOh the cot is so coldIt don`t feel like no bed at allYeah I lay down a whileAnd I look at my hotel wallBut 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, Why didn`t I say, no, no, noShe`s so swishy in her satin and tatIn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hatOh God, I could do better than that