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
 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
 It could've been me
 It could've been me
 So swishy in her satin and tat
 In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
 Oh God, I can do better than that
 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
 But 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
 It should've been me
 It should've been me
 Why didn't I stay
 So swishy in her satin and tat
 In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat
 Oh God, I can do better than that