Author/Artist: David Bowie
Title: Queen Bitch
Transcribed by: Chris Watson

The acoustic guitar part, transcribed from The Old Grey Whistle Test
performance in 1972.

Chords Used:

-0------3-----1-----0-----0-----2---------------------------------------------
-1------3-----1-----0-----2-----3-----4---------------------------------------
-0------4-----2-----1-----2-----2-----4---------------------------------------
-2------5-----3-----2-----2-----0-----4---------------------------------------
-3------5-----3-----2-----0-----------2---------------------------------------
--------3-----1-----0---------------------------------------------------------
 C      G     F     E     A     D     B


Intro: C     G  F  x8

[Listen to the song to get the timing right]


-Verse-
    C
I'm up on the eleventh floor
        F
And I'm watching the cruisers below


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C    G  F x2
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     C
He's down on the street
         F
And he's trying hard
to pull sister Flo

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C    G  F x2
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 C
My heart's in the basement
   F
My weekend's at an all time low

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C    G  F x2
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	     C
'Cause she's hoping to score
     F
So I can't see her
letting him go

C                 E
  Walk out of her heart
		A
Walk out of her mind



-Chorus-
	 B			 D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
       B
In her frock coat
		      D
and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that




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
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now 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

[CHORUS]

So I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look 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
And it's no taste at all

It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say,
Why didn't I say, no, no, no

[CHORUS]