Karaoké Queen Bitch David Bowie

Too, pa-toom ka-koom, pa pa, ta da da

Ah yeah

Oh yeah

I'm up on the eleventh floor

And I'm watching the cruisers below

He's down on the street

And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo

Oh, my heart's in the basement

My week-end's at an all time low

'Cos she's hoping to score

So I can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart

Walk out of her mind

Oh, not her

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God I could do better than that

Oh, yeah

She's an old-time ambassador

Of sweet talking night walking games

Oh, and she's known in the darkest clubs

For pushing ahead of the dames

If she says she can do it

Then she can do it

She don't make false claims

But she's a queen and such are queens

That your laughter is sucked in their brains

Now she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

Yes, she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me

Yes, it could have been me

Why didn't I say why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God I could do better than that

So I lay down a while

And I gaze at my hotel wall

Oh, the cot is so cold

It don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah, I lay down a while

And I look at my hotel wall

And 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

Oh yeah, it could have been me

Why didn't I say why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God I could do better than that

Ooh, you betcha

Oh, yeah

Uh-huh

Mmh