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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 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 

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 
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 look 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 
But he's down on the street 
So I throw both his bags down the hall 
And 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 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

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