David Bowie - Queen bitch

I^C'm up on the eleventh floor A^Fnd I'm watching the cruisers below C C G F C C G F H^Ce's down on the street A^Fnd he's trying hard to pull sister Flo C C G F C C G F M^Cy heart's in the basement M^Fy weekend's at an all time low C C G F C C G F

'^CCause she's hoping to score S^Fo I can't see her letting him go W^Ealk out of her heart W^Falk out of her m^Aind S^Bhe's so swishy in her satin and t^Dat I^Bn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty ha^Dt O^Bh God, I could do better than that

S^Che's an old-time ambassador O^Ff sweet talking, night walking games C C F G C C F G A^Cnd she's known in the darkest clubs F^For pushing ahead of the dames C C F G C C F G I^Cf she says she can do it T^Fhen she can do it, she don't make false claims C C F G C C F G B^Cut she's a Queen, and such are queens T^Fhat your laughter is sucked in their brains N^Eow she's leading him on A^Fnd she'll lay him right down Y^Ees she's leading him on Y^Fes she'll lay him right down B^Eut it could have been me Y^Fes, it could have been me W^Ehy didn't I say, w^Fhy didn't I say, ^Ano, no, no

S^Bhe's so swishy in her satin and ta^Dt I^Bn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty ha^Dt O^Bh God, I could do better than that C C G F (play 4 times)

S^Co I lay down a while A^Fnd I gaze at my hotel wall C C G F C C G F O^Ch the cot is so cold I^Ft don't feel like no bed at all C C G F C C G F Y^Ceah I lay down a while A^Fnd I look at my hotel wall C C G F C C G F ^CBut he's down on the street ^FSo I throw both his bags down the hall A^End I'm phoning a cab '^FCause my stomach feels small T^Ehere's a taste in my mouth A^Fnd it's no taste at all

I^Et could have been me O^Fh yeah, it could have been me W^Ehy didn't I say, W^Ehy didn't I say, ^Ano, no, no S^Bhe's so swishy in her satin and ta^Dt I^Bn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty ha^Dt O^Bh God, I could do better than that C C F G repeat 7 times