• Ziggy Stardust
  • Space Oddity
  • Life On Mars?
  • Changes
  • "Heroes"
  • Starman
  • Suffragette City
  • Let's Dance
  • Rebel Rebel
  • Ashes to Ashes
  • The Man Who Sold the World
  • China Girl
  • Moonage Daydream
  • Modern Love
  • The Jean Genie
  • Fame
  • Golden Years
  • Five Years
  • Oh! You Pretty Things
  • Under Pressure
  • Sound and Vision
  • Young Americans
  • Queen Bitch
  • Lady Stardust
  • Rock 'n' Roll Suicide
  • Soul Love
  • Fashion
  • It Ain't Easy
  • Diamond Dogs
  • Star
  • John, I'm Only Dancing
  • Blue Jean
  • Hang on to Yourself
  • Where Are We Now?
  • Sorrow
  • Wild Is the Wind
  • Lazarus
  • Kooks
  • The Stars (Are Out Tonight)
  • Andy Warhol
  • Boys Keep Swinging
  • Heroes - 1999 Remastered Version
  • The Next Day
  • Song for Bob Dylan
  • Quicksand
  • Eight Line Poem
  • Warszawa
  • Blackstar
  • Drive-In Saturday
  • Absolute Beginners

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low

He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
'Cause she's hoping to score
Well, so I can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

Oh, 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, she's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames

Well, if she says she can do it
Then she can't do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a queen and such a queen
Such a laughter is sucked in their brains

Now she's leading him on
She'll lay him right down
Yes she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down

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

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

So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
The cot feels so cold
That it don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah, I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall

And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
But there's no taste at all

It could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say?
Why didn't I say? No, no, no

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, you betcha
Oh yeah
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