Queen Bitch 0:02:00 Print

by David Bowie - sung by Chase - fruitorial

cheat sheet: riff: CCGF verse: C F CCGF chorus: C F E / E F A / B D / B D / B CCFG 0:00

Intro

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IC'm up on the eleventh floor

AFnd I'm watching the cruisers belCowC    G    F  

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HCe's down on the street

AFnd he's trying hard to pull sister FlCo  C    G    F  

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MCy heart's in the basement

MFy weekend's at an all time lCowC    G    F  

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'CCause she's hoping to score

SFo I can't see her letting him Ego

WEalk out of her hFeart

WEalk out of her mFind

WEhy didn't I sFay,

wFhy didn't I sAay, no, no, no

SBhe's so swishy in her satin and tDat

IBn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty haDt

OBh God, I could do better than thCatC    G    F  

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SChe's an old-time ambassador

OFf sweet talking, night walking gaCmeCs  G    F  

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ACnd she's known in the darkest clubs

FFor pushing ahead of the dCamCesG    F  

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ICf she says she can do it

TFhen she can do it, she don't make false clCaiCmsG    F  

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BCut she's a Queen, and such are queens

TFhat your laughter is sucked in their brEains

NEow she's leading him Fon

AFnd she'll lay him right dEown

YEes she's leading him Fon

YFes she'll lay him right dEown

BEut it could have been Fme

YFes, it could have been Eme

WEhy didn't I sFay,

wFhy didn't I sAay, no, no, no

SBhe's so swishy in her satin and taDt

IBn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty haDt

OBh God, I could do better than thCatC    G    F  

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SCo I lay down a while

AFnd I gaze at my hotel wCalCl  G    F  

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OCh the cot is so cold

IFt don't feel like no bed at aCllC    G    F  

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YCeah I lay down a while

AFnd I look at my hotel wCalCl  G    F  

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CBut he's down on the street

FSo I throw both his bags down the hEall

AEnd I'm phoning a cFab

'FCause my stomach feels smEall

TEhere's a taste in my mFouth

AFnd it's no taste at Eall

IEt could have been mFe

OFh yeah, it could have been Eme

WEhy didn't I say,

WFhy didn't I sAay, no, no, no

SBhe's so swishy in her satin and taDt

IBn her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty haDt

OBh God, I could do better than thCatC    G    F  

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