Aah yeah

oh yeah

I'm up on the

eleventh floor and I'm

watchin' 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

and my weekend's

at an all time low

'Cause she's hopin'

to score so I can't see her

letting him go

walk out of her heart

walk out of her mind

Oh not her 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

oh yeah

She's an old-time

ambassador

of sweet talkin',

night walkin' games

And she's known

in the darkest clubs

for pushin' ahead

of the dames

If she says

she can do it,

she can do it!

She don't make

false claims!

But she's 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

Yah, 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 gaze 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

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

and it's no taste at all

It could've been me

oh yeah,

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

In her frock coat and

bipperty-bopperty hat

oh God,

I could do

better than that

Ooh you betcha

oh yeah

uh huh

oo