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David Bowie - Queen Bitch Chords

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Queen Bitch Chords

(ver. 1)
David Bowie
Intro
||: C C G F :||   Repeat 8

 C               
I'm up on the eleventh floor
 F
And I'm watching the cruisers below
C C G F
C C G F
 C
He's down on the street
 F
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
C C G F 
C C G F
 C
My heart's in the basement
 F
My weekend's at an all time low
C C G F
C C G F

 C
'Cause she's hoping to score
 F
So I can't see her letting him go
 E
Walk out of her heart
 F               A
Walk out of her mind
 B                                D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
 B                                        D
In her frock coat and bippity-boppty hat
 B
Oh God, I could do better than that

||: C C G F :||  Repeat 4

 C
She's an old-time ambassador 
 F
Of sweet talking, night walking games
C C F G 
C C F G
 C
And she's known in the darkest clubs
 F
For pushing ahead of the dames
C C F G
C C F G
 C 
If she says she can do it
 F
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
C C F G 
C C F G
 C
For she's a Queen, and such are queens
 F                                         E
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
 E                    
Now she's leading him on
 F
And she'll lay him right down
 C
Yes she's leading him on 
 F
Yes she'll lay him right down
 E
But it could have been me
 F                      C
Yes, it could have been me
 C                      E
Why didn't I say,
 E                A
why didn't I say, no, no, no

 B                                 D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
 B                                        D
In her frock coat and bippity-boppity hat
 B              
Oh God, I could do better than that
||: C C G F :||  Repeat 4

 C 
So I lay down a while
 F
And I gaze at my hotel wall
C C G F
C C G F
 C
Oh the cot is so cold
 F
It don't feel like no bed at all
C C G F
C C G F
 C
Yeah I lay down a while
 F
And I look at my hotel wall
C C G F
C C G F
C 
But he's down on the street
F
So I throw both his bags down the hall
 E
And I'm phoning a cab
 F
'Cause my stomach feels small
 C
There's a taste in my mouth
 F
And it's no taste at all

 E       
It could have been me
 F                           C
Oh yeah, it could have been me
 C              E
Why didn't I say,
 E                A
Why didn't I say, no, no, no
 B                                 D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
 B                                        D
In her frock coat and bippity-boppity hat
 B              
Oh God, I could do better than that
||: C C F G :||    7 repeats 
 C                              End


            
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