Queen Bitch

I am up on the eleventh floor

Watchin´ the cruisers below

He has down on the street tryin´ hard

To pull sister flow

My heart is in the basement

My weekend´s at an all time low

Cause she has hopin´ to score

And I cannot 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 & tat

In her black coat & flippedy-floppedy hat

Oh God, I can do better than that

She has a street-walking cheatah

Of sweet-talking, night-talking games

Well, she has 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 has a queen, such are queens

Since you f*ck her she sucks their brains

Now she has leading him on

She will lay him on down

She has leading him on

She will lay him right down

She has leading him on

It could have been me

It could have been me

It could have been me

So swishy in her satin & tat

In her black coat & flippedy-floppedy hat

Oh God, I can do better than that

I am up on the eleventh floor staring at my hotel wall

This floor´s so cold it don´t feel like no bed at all

Yea, I am up on the eleventh floor staring at my hotel wall

But he has down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall

Leavin´ in a cab, ´cause my stomach feels small

Theres a taste in my mouth & it is no taste at all

It should have been me

It should have been me

It should have been me

Why didn´t I stay

So swishy in her satin & tat

In her black coat & flippedy-floppedy hat

Oh God, I can do better than that