Queen Bitch - 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