| I’m up on the eleventh floor
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| And I’m watching the cruisers below
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| He’s down on the street
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| And he’s trying hard
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| To pull sister Flo
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| My heart’s in the basement
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| My weekend’s at an all time low
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| 'Cause she’s hoping to score
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| So I can’t see her
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| Letting him go
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| Walk out of her heart
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| Walk out of her mind
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| She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
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| In her frock coat
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| And bipperty-bopperty hat
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| Oh God, I could do better than that
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| She’s an old-time ambassador
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| Of sweet talking, night walking games
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| And she’s known in the darkest clubs
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| For pushing ahead of the dames
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| If she says she can do it
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| Then she can do it
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| She don’t make false claims
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| But she’s a Queen
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| And such are queens
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| That your laughter
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| Is sucked in their brains
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| Now she’s leading him on
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| And she’ll lay him right down
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| But it could have been me
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| Yes, it could have been me
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| Why didn’t I say
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| Why didn’t I say, no, no, no
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| She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
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| In her frock coat
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| And bipperty-bopperty hat
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| Oh God, I could do better than that
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| So I lay down a while
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| And I gaze at my hotel wall
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| Oh the cot is so cold
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| It don’t feel like no bed at all
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| Yeah I lay down a while
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| And I look at my hotel wall
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| But he’s down on the street
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| So I throw both his bags down the hall
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| And I’m phoning a cab
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| 'Cause my stomach feels small
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| There’s a taste in my mouth
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| And it’s no taste at all
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| It could have been me
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| Oh yeah, it could have been me
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| Why didn’t I say
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| Why didn’t I say, no, no, no
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| She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
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| In her frock coat
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| And bipperty-bopperty hat
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| Oh God, I could do better than that |