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 FloOh, 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 goWalk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Oh, not herShe'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 damesIf 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 brainsNow she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Yes she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right downBut 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 thatSo I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at allYeah 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 hallAnd I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at allIt could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say,
No, no, noShe'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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