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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com