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davidbowie


Ai-yah
Oh yeah

I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below
Oh well her heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all-time low
He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
'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
And her frock coat and bibbity-bobbity hat
Oh God I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking night walking games
Oh and she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames
And if she says she can do it then she can do it
She don't make false claims
Oh 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've been me, yes it could've been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
No no no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
And her frock coat and bibbity-bobbity hat
Oh God I could do better than that

So I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall
The cot feels so cold, it don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while, and look at my hotel wall
And 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, but it's no taste at all
It could've been me, oh yes it could've been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
And her frock coat and bibbity-bobbity hat
Oh God I could do better than that
You betcha
Oh yeah
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written by DAVID BOWIE
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