Accords et paroles Queen Bitch David Bowie

Queen Bitch

David Bowie

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  Intro :            (x8)
 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                      
 'Cause she's hoping to score
 So I can't see her letting him go
 Walk out of her heart
 Walk out of her mind
 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
           (x4)
 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
 Yes 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
             (x4)
 So 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 all                    
 Yeah 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 hall
 And I'm phoning a cab
 'Cause my stomach feels small
 There's a taste in my mouth
 And 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
             (x4)

Queen Bitch

David Bowie

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