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Queen Bitch (live Santa Monica '72)

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 FloOh, 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 goWalk out of her heart

Walk out of her mind

Oh, not herShe's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

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 damesIf 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 brainsNow she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

Yes she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right downBut 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 thatSo 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 allYeah I lay down a while

And I look at my hotel wall

But he's down on the street

So I throw both his bags down the hallAnd I'm phoning a cab

'Cause my stomach feels small

There's a taste in my mouth

And it's no taste at allIt could have been me

Oh yeah, it could have been me

Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say,

No, no, noShe's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

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