Queen Bitch
Ton : AEnglish
Intro
A E D A (x8)
Couplet
AI'm up on the eleventh floor
DAnd I'm watching the cruisers below
A E D A E D A
AHe's down on the street
DAnd he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
A E D A E D A
AMy heart's in the basement
DMy weekend's at an all time low
A E D A E D A
A'Cause she's hoping to score
DSo I can't see her letting him go
Refrain
C#Walk out of her heart
DWalk out of her F#mind
G#She's so swishy in her satin and Btat
G#In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty Bhat
G#Oh God, I could do better than that
A E D A (x4)
Couplet
AShe's an old-time ambassador
DOf sweet talking, night walking games
A E D A E D A
AAnd she's known in the darkest clubs
DFor pushing ahead of the Adames
E D A E D A
AIf she says she can do it
DThen she can do it, she don't make false Aclaims
E D A E D A
ABut she's a Queen, and such are queens
DThat your laughter is sucked in their brains
Refrain
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)
Couplet
ASo I lay down a while
DAnd I gaze at my hotel Awall
E D A E D A
AOh the cot is so cold
DIt don't feel like no bed at Aall
E D A E D A
AYeah I lay down a while
DAnd I look at my hotel wall
A E D A E D A
ABut he's down on the street
DSo I throw both his bags down the hall
Refrain
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)