i'm up on the eleventh floor
watching the cruisers below
he's down on the street
trying hard to pull sister flo
my heart's in the basement
my weekend's at an all time low
cause she's hoping to score
and i can't see her letting 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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she's so swishy in her satin and tat
in her black coat and flipperty-flopperty hat
oh god, i could do better than that
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of sweet talking, night talking games
and she's 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 right down
she's leading him on
she'll lay him right down
it could have been me*3
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i'm up on the eleventh floor
staring at my hotel wall
this floor is so cold
it don't feel like no bed at all
yeah i'm up on the eleventh floor
staring at my hotel wall
he's down on the street
so i throw both his bags down the hall
and i'm --
cause my stomach feels small
there's a taste in my mouth
and it's no taste at all
it should have been me*3
why didn't i say, why didn't i say, no, no, no
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