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Queen Bitch David Bowie
He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh my hearts in the basement, my weekend's at an all time low
Cos she's [C]hopin to score so I [F]can't see her letting him [C]go
Walk out of her [E]heart, walk out of her [Am]mind, no not her
She's so [B]swishy in her satin and [D]tat,
in her [B]frockcoat and bipperty boppirty [D]hat
Oh God [B]I could do better than t[C]hat
G-F-C G-F-C G-F-C G-F-
[C]She's an old time ambassador of [F]sweet talking night walking[C] games[GFCGF]
And she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames
If she say she can do it,she can do it,she don't make false claims
For [F]she's a [C]queen and such are queens
that your [F]laughter is sucked in their brains
[E]But now she's leading him [F]on and she'll lay him right [C]down
Now she's leading him [F]on and she'll lay him right [C]down
[E]But it could have been [F]me yes it could have been [C]me
Why didn't I [E]say why didn't I [A]say, no no no
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So I lay down awhile and I gaze at my hotelwall
Oh the cot is so cold, it don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down awhile 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 'cos my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all
It could have been me, yes it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no no no
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