Queen Bitch chords

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C I'm up on the 11th floor F and I'm watching the cruisers C below.
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C She's down on the street and F she's trying hard to boost C the flow.
_ _ _ _ G F Oh, C my heart's in the basement, F my weak hands at an all C-time low.
_ _ _ G F Cause C she's hoping to stall, F so I can't see her letting him C go.
What kind of E a heart?.
What kind of A a mind?.
_ Oh, not her.
B She's so squishy and her D saddles are sad.
A In B her bra, cold and flippity D-boppity hat.
Oh, B God, I could do better C than that.
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_ _ G _ F C She's an all-time ambassador, F _ talking night, C walking games.
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_ _ F Oh, and C she's known in the darkest F clubs for pushing ahead of C the dames.
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_ _ G F If C she says she can't do it, then F she can't do it.
She don't make C false claims, _ .
_ _ G F but C she's a queen, and such a queen.
F Such a laughter is stuck in E the brain.
Such as leading F them on, and she'll lay them C right down.
Yes, she's leading F them on, and she'll lay them E right down.
And it could have F been me.
Yes, it could have C been me.
Why didn't E I say?
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Why didn't A I say?
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_ _ _ B Oh, squishy and her A saddles are sad.
In B her bra, cold and flippity D-boppity hat.
Oh, B God, I could do better C than _ that.
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C _ _ _ _ _ _ So I lay down a while, and F I gaze at my hotel C wall.
_ _ _ _ _ G F Oh, C the cold, it's so cold.
F It don't feel like no C bed at all.
_ _ _ _ _ G F Yeah, C I lay down a while, F look at my hotel C wall.
_ G _ C _ _ _ G F And C he's down on the street, so F I throw both his bags down E the hall.
And I'm folding F a cab, cause my stomach C feels small.
Oh, there's a taste in F my mouth, and it rotates E with awe.
It could have F been me.
Oh, yeah, it could have C been me.
Why E didn't I say?.
Why A didn't I say?.
_ Oh, now, B she's so squishy and her D saddles are A sad.
In her B bra, cold and D flippity-boppity hat.
Oh, God, Bm I could do C better than that.
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_ You F betcha.
C _ Oh, yeah.
_ _ G _ F C Uh-huh.
_ Mmm.
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