Queen Bitch
Ton : AEnglish
Intro :
A E D A (x8)
AI'm up on the eleventh floor
DAnd I'm watching the cruisers belAow E D A E D A
AHe's down on the street
DAnd he's trying hard to pull sister FAlo E D A E D A
AMy heart's in the basement
DMy weekend's at an all time lAow E D A E D A
A'Cause she's hoping to score
DSo I can't see her letting him go
C#Walk out of her heart
DWalk out of her F#mind
G#She's so swishy in her satin and tBat
G#In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty Bhat
G#Oh God, I could do better than that
A E D A(x4)
AShe's an old-time ambassador
DOf sweet talking, night walking gamAes E D A E D A
AAnd she's known in the darkest clubs
DFor pushing ahead of the dAamesE D A E D A
AIf she says she can do it
DThen she can do it, she don't make false claAims E D A E D A
ABut she's a Queen, and such are queens
DThat your laughter is sucked in their brains
C#Now she's leading him on
DAnd she'll lay him right down
C#Yes she's leading him on
DYes she'll lay him right down
C#But it could have been me
DYes, it could have been me
C#Why didn't I say,
Dwhy didn't I say,F# no, no, no
G#She's so swishy in her satin and tat B
G#In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat B
G#Oh God, I could do better than that
A E D A (x4)
ASo I lay down a while
DAnd I gaze at my hotel wAall E D A E D A
AOh the cot is so cold
DIt don't feel like no bed atA allE D A E D A
AYeah I lay down a while
DAnd I look at my hotel waAll E D A E D A
ABut he's down on the street
DSo I throw both his bags down the hall
C#And I'm phoning a cab
D'Cause my stomach feels small
C#There's a taste in my mouth
DAnd it's no taste at all
C#It could have been me
DOh yeah, it could have been me
C#Why didn't I say,
C#Why didn't I say, F#no, no, no
G#She's so swishy in her satin and tat B
G#In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat B
G#Oh God, I could do better than that
A E D A (x4)