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    "Queen Bitch [Old Grey Whistle Test]" Lyrics

    David Bowie

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    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 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 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

    You betcha
    Oh yeah
    Uh hu
    Mmm
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TINTORETTO MUSIC.
    Written by David Bowie.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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