Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queen Bitch, artist - Green River. Date of issue: 26.06.1994
Song language: English
Queen Bitch |
| I’m up on the eleventh floor |
| Watchin' the cruisers below |
| He’s down on the street tryin' hard |
| To pull sister Flo |
| 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 eleventh 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 eleventh 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 |