Текст песни Queen Bitch (Sounds of the 70s - Bob Harris Recorded 18.1.72) [2000 Remastered Version] - David Bowie & The Spiders from Mars
Oh yeah
Uhh yeah
I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below
Well, my heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all-time low
He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
'Cause she's hoping to score, well I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind
Well 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
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
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
the cot feels so cold it don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah, I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall
Well 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 but 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
You betcha
Oh, yeah
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