Queen Bitch Cifra

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