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Intro : A   E   D   A  (x8)
 
 
 A  I'm up on the eleventh floor
 D And I'm watching the cruisers bel A ow    E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  He's down on the street
 D And he's trying hard to pull sister F A lo    E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  My heart's in the basement
 D My weekend's at an all time l A ow    E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  'Cause she's hoping to score
 D  So I can't see her letting him go
 C#  Walk out of her heart
 D Walk out of her  F#  mind
 G# She's so swishy in her satin and t B  at
 G# In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty  B  hat
 G#  Oh God, I could do better than that
 
 
 A   E   D   A (x4)
 
 
 A  She's an old-time ambassador
 D Of sweet talking, night walking gam A es    E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  And she's known in the darkest clubs
 D For pushing ahead of the d A ames  E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  If she says she can do it
 D Then she can do it, she don't make false cla A ims   E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  But she's a Queen, and such are queens
 D  That your laughter is sucked in their brains
 C#  Now she's leading him on
 D  And she'll lay him right down
 C#  Yes she's leading him on
 D  Yes she'll lay him right down
 C#  But it could have been me
 D  Yes, it could have been me
 C#  Why didn't I say,
 D why didn't I say, F#  no, no, no
 
 
 G# She's so swishy in her satin and tat   B 
 G# In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat   B 
 G#  Oh God, I could do better than that
 
 
 A   E   D   A  (x4)
 
 
 A  So I lay down a while
 D And I gaze at my hotel w A all   E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  Oh the cot is so cold
 D It don't feel like no bed at A  all  E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  Yeah I lay down a while
 D And I look at my hotel wa A ll    E      D      A      E      D      A 
 A  But he's down on the street
 D  So I throw both his bags down the hall
 C#  And I'm phoning a cab
 D  'Cause my stomach feels small
 C#  There's a taste in my mouth
 D  And it's no taste at all
 
 
 C#  It could have been me
 D  Oh yeah, it could have been me
 C#  Why didn't I say,
 C# Why didn't I say,  F#  no, no, no
 G# She's so swishy in her satin and tat    B 
 G# In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat    B 
 G#  Oh God, I could do better than that
 
 
 A   E   D   A  (x4)
 
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