Queen Bitch

I'm up on the 11th floor Watchin' the cruisers below He's down on the street tryin' hard To pull sister flow My heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low Cause she's hopin' to score And I can't see her lettin' him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind So swishy in her satin and tat In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat Oh God, I can do better than that She's a street-walking cheatah Of sweet-talking, night-talking games Well, she's been known in the darkest clubs For lifting her head over the dames If she says she can do it, she can do it She don't make false claims She's a queen, such are queens Since you fuck her she sucks their brains Now she's leading him on She'll lay him on down She's leading him on She'll lay him right down She's leading him on It could've been me It could've been me It could've been me So swishy in her satin and tat In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat Oh God, I can do better than that I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall This floor's so cold it don't feel like no bed at all Yeah, I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall But he's down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall Leavin' in a cab, 'cause my stomach feels small There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me Why didn't I stay So swishy in her satin and tat In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat Oh God, I can do better than that