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Ow
Well, I'm up on the eleventh floor
Watching the cruisers below
And she's down in the street
And she's trying hard to force us to blow
Ooh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's an all-time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
But I can't see her letting it go
Look out of her heart
Look out of her mind
Oh, no, not her
She's all swishing in her satin and tat
In her fur coat and bimby bobby hat
Oh, God, I could do better than that
Well, she's an on-time ambassador
Sweet-talking, nightwalking dames
And she's known in the darkest of bars
But she's a hell of good taste
If she says she can do it, she can do it
She don't make false claims
'Cause she's a queen, such a queen
Such a laughter, such a good brain
And she's leading him on
And you lay on the ground
And she's leading him on
And you lay on the ground
But it could have been me
It could have been me
What didn't I say?
What didn't I play?
No, no, no, no, no, she's all swishing in her satin and tat
In her fur coat and bimby bobby hat
Oh, God, I could do better than that
Than that
So I lean out a while
And I gaze at the hotel wall
Oh, the card is so cold
Don't feel like doubling off
Yeah, I lean out a while
And I look at the hotel wall
But he's down in the street
So I walk up and back down the hall
And I vomit a cap
'Cause I'm stuck and feeling small
And I taste in my mouth
But it's no taste at all
And it could have been me
It could have been me
What didn't I say?
What didn't I play?
Oh, no, well, she's all swishing in her satin and tat
In her fur coat and bimby bobby hat
Oh, God, I could do better than that
Than that
You betcha
Oh, yeah




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