Queen Bitch

C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | Oh Yeh. C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C I'm up on the eleventh floor F C G F C G F And I'm watching the cruisers below C He's down on the street F C G F C G F And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo C My heart's in the basement F C G F C G F My weekend's at an all time low C 'Cause she's hoping to score F So I can't see her letting him go C E Walk out of her heart A Walk out of her mind... Oh no not her. B D She's so swishy in her satin and tat B D In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat B Oh God, I could do better than that C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | Oh Yeh. C She's an old-time ambassador F C G F C G F Of sweet talking, night walking games C And she's known in the darkest clubs F C G F C G F For pushing ahead of the dames C If she says she can do it F C G F C G F Then she can do it, she don't make false claims C But she's a Queen, and such are queens F E That your laughter is sucked in their brains F Now she's leading him on C And she'll lay him right down F Yes she's leading him on E Yes she'll lay him right down F But it could have been me C Yes, it could have been me E Why didn't I say, A why didn't I say, no, no, no B D She's so swishy in her satin and tat B D In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat B Oh God, I could do better than that C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | Oh Yeh. C So I lay down a while F C G F C G F And I gaze at my hotel wall C Oh the cot is so cold F C G F C G F It don't feel like no bed at all C Yeah I lay down a while F C G F C G F And I look at my hotel wall C But he's down on the street F E So I throw both his bags down the hall F And I'm phoning a cab C 'Cause my stomach feels small F There's a taste in my mouth E And it's no taste at all F It could have been me C Oh yeah, it could have been me E Why didn't I say, A Why didn't I say, no, no, no B D She's so swishy in her satin and tat B D In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat B Oh God, I could do better than (that.) C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | That._______ You Betcha, C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | C G F | Oh Yeh. Uh-huh.