Queen B!%ch - Demo

Fried it

Alright

I'm up on the 11th floor

Watching the cruisers below

My heart's in the basement

My weekend's at an all time local

It's down on the street

And his trying hard to bosses the floor

And she's hoping to score

I just can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her site

Right out of her mind

Oh, she's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

God, I could do better than that

She's an old time ambassador

Of sweet talking, night walking games

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

Now 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?

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while

And I gaze at my hotel wall

The bed feels so cold

That it don't feel like no bed at all

So, he's down on the street

And I throw both his bags down the hall

There's a taste in my mouth

And it's no taste at all

And I'm budding a cab

And my stomach is small

But it could have been me

Yes, it could have been me

But I don't want to say, God, I don't wanna know

No, no, no

Swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat

God, I could do better than that