Текст песни Queen Bitch (Restored/Remixed) - Eater

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Well, I'm up on the eleventh floor watching the cruisers below
And she's down on the street and she's trying hard to possess the poor
But my heart's in the basement, my weekend's an all-time low
'Cause she's hoping to score, well, I can't see her letting it go
A cannibal heart, a cannibal mind

Oh no, no, no, no, she's soul searching in her Saturday trap
In a blood pool, and everybody's had
A cut out in the head of the cat

Well, she's an untimely ambassador, sweet-talking, eye-popping games
And she's known as a dark star, but she's a hell of a dame
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, sexual actor, such a good queen
And she's meeting him on, and she's laying him down
And she's meeting him on, and she's laying him down
But it could have been me, it could have been me
Looking outside, looking half right

No, no, no, no, no, she's soul searching in her Saturday trap
In a blood pool, and everybody's had
A cut out in the head of the cat
Of the cat

So I lay down a while and I gaze at the hotel wall
Ah, the color's so cold, don't feel like no one at all
Yeah, I lay down a while and I look at the hotel wall
But he's down the street so someone will knock his back down the hall
And I'm running in there, trying to stop and feel his mole
There's a taste in my mouth, but it's no taste at all
And it could have been me, it could have been me
Looking outside, looking half right

Oh no, well, she's soul searching in her Saturday trap
In a blood pool, and everybody's had
A cut out in the head of the cat
Of the cat

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