Queen Bitch Songtext
von Lena Hall

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 not to pull sister Flo
Woah, my heart's in the basement
My weekend′s at an all-time low
′Cause 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


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
Well, if she says she can′t do it
Then she can't do it, she don't make false claims
She′s a queen, and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked into their brains

She′s leading him on
And she'll slay him right down
Yes, she′s leading him on
And she'll slay him right down
But it could′ve been me, yeah
It could've 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 awhile
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 awhile
And I look at my hotel wall
And he′s down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall


I'm phoning a cab
′Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it′s no taste at all
It could've been me, yeah
It could′ve 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

You betcha, uh-huh
You betcha, you betcha