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Queen Bitch (2015 Remaster)
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Queen Bitch (2015 Remaster) was released on September 25, 2015 by Parlophone UK as a part of the album Five Years 1969-1973
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Release DateSeptember 25, 2015
LabelParlophone UK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Trevor Bolder
Trevor Bolder
Bass Guitar
Woody Woodmansey
Woody Woodmansey
Drums
Mick Ronson
Mick Ronson
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ken Scott
Ken Scott
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
David Bowie
David Bowie
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
[Verse 2]
Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
[PreChorus]
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Oh, not her
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a queen, and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
[Verse 5]
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
[PreChorus]
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?
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[PreChorus]
It could have been me
Oh, yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say
No, no, no?
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
You betcha
Oh, yeah
Uh-huh
Mmm
Written by: David Bowie
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