Queen Bitch Green River

I'm up on the eleventh floor
Watchin' the cruisers below
He's down on the street tryin' hard
To pull sister Flo
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hopin' to score
And I can't see her lettin' him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

So swishy in her satin and tat
In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
Oh God, I can do better than that

She's a street-walking cheatah
Of sweet-talking, night-talking games
Well, she's been known in the darkest clubs
For lifting her head over the dames
If she says she can do it, she can do it
She don't make false claims
She's a queen, such are queens
Since you fuck her, she sucks their brains
Now she's leading him on
She'll lay him on down
She's leading him on
She'll lay him right down
She's leading him on
It could've been me
It could've been me
It could've been me