Im up on the eleventh floor And Im watching the cruisers below Hes down on the street And hes trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my hearts in the basement My weekends at an all time low Cause shes hoping to score So I cant see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind (Oh, not her) Shes so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that Shes an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking games And shes known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it Then she can do it, she dont make false claims But shes a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now shes leading him on And shell lay him right down Yes shes leading him on And shell lay him right down But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me Why didnt I say, why didnt I say, no, no, no Shes 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 dont feel like no bed at all Yeah I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall But hes down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall And Im phoning a cab Cause my stomach feels small Theres a taste in my mouth And its no taste at all It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me Why didnt I say, Why didnt I say, no, no, no Shes so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 22:08:55 +0000
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