Queen Bitch [Live Santa Monica ’72] David Bowie

[Verse 1]
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
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
Because she's hoping to score
So I can't see her
Letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

[Chorus]
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

[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
And she'll lay him right down