Queen Bitch (Old Grey Whistle Test Performance) David Bowie

[Verse 1]
Well, I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below
You know, my heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all time low
Well, he's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
And she's hoping to score, well, I can't see her letting him go

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her brown coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

[Verse 2]
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 are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on

[Pre-Chorus]
And she'll lay him right down
Yes, she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Well, it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say
No, no, no?