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Queen Bitch by David Bowie - Guitar Chords

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            [Intro]

C    G  F C     G  F  C    G  F C     G  F
                                      Ah yeah

C    G  F C     G  F  C    G  F C     G  F
                   Oh yeah

[Verse 1]

    C
I'm up on the eleventh floor
        F                         C    G  F C     G  F
And I'm watching the cruisers below
     C
He's down on the street
         F                            C    G  F C     G
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
    F  C
Oh, my heart's in the basement
   F                        C    G  F C     G
My weekend's at an all time low
       F     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... Oh, not her


[Chorus]

         B                        D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
       B                                 D
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
        B                     C
Oh God, I could do better than that

(C)   G  F C     G  F  C    G  F C     G  F
                  Oh yeah


[Verse 2]

         C
She's an old-time ambassador
   F                              C    G  F C     G
Of sweet talking, night walking games
        F       C
Oh, and she's known in the darkest clubs
   F                       C    G  F C     G
For pushing ahead of the dames
   F     C
If she says she can do it
             F                           C     G  F C     G
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
    F       C
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
          F                             E
That your laughter is sucked in their brains


[Bridge 1]

                       F
Now she's leading him on
                          C
And she'll lay him right down
                       F
Yes, she's leading him on
                         E
And she'll lay him right down
                       F
But it could have been me
                        C
Yes, it could have been me
              E
Why didn't I say,
              A
why didn't I say, no, no, no


[Chorus]

         B                        D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
       B                                 D
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
        B                     C
Oh God, I could do better than that

(C)   G  F C     G  F  C    G  F C     G


[Verse 3]

F    C
So I lay down a while
       F                    C     G  F C     G
And I gaze at my hotel wall
 F      C
Oh, the cot is so cold
   F                             C    G  F C     G
It don't feel like no bed at all
 F      C
Yeah, I lay down a while
    F                     C    G  F C     G
And look at my hotel wall
    F     C
And he's down on the street
      F                            E
So I throw both his bags down the hall


[Bridge 2]

                  F
And I'm phoning a cab
                        C
'Cause my stomach feels small
                      F
There's a taste in my mouth
                     E
And it's no taste at all
                   F
It could have been me
                            C
Oh yeah, it could have been me
              E
Why didn't I say,
              A
Why didn't I say, no, no, no


[Chorus]

         B                        D
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
       B                                 D
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
        B
Oh God, I could do better than (that)

C    G  F C     G  F  C    G  F C          G  F
 That______                      You betcha

C    G  F C     G  F  C    G  F C
  Oh yeah       Uh-huh 
        

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