Queen Bitch

Doon pa toon ka koom ba ba pa dada
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well I'm up on the eleventh floor and
I'm watching the cruisers below
Oh he's down on the street and
He's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh, 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, oh not her

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bippety-boppety 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 that she can do it, 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, oh no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bippety-boppety hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

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
And 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, oh no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bippety-boppety hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

You betcha
Oh yeah