Queen Bitch

                                  I'm up on the 11th floor

Watchin' the cruisers below

He's down on the street tryin' hard

To pull sister flow

My heart's in the basement

My weekend's at an all time low

'Cause she's hopin' to score

And I can't 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



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So swishy in her satin and tat

In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat

Oh God, I can do better than that



She's a street-walking cheatah

Of sweet-talking, night-talking games

Well, she's 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's a queen, such are queens

Since you fuck her she sucks their brains

Now she's leading him on

She'll lay him on down

She's leading him on

She'll lay him right down

She's leading him on

It could've been me [Repeat x 3]



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I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall

This floor's so cold it don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah, I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall

He's down on the street so I throw both his bags down the hall

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

There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all

It should've been me [Repeat x 3]

Why didn't I stay?



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