I'm up on the eleventh floor

Watching the cruisers below

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

As she's hoping to score

I just can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart

Walk out of her mind.



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.



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

She can do it, she don't make false claims

For 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

Bet it could have been me

Yes it could have been me

Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say.



So I lay down a while

And I gaze at my hotel wall

Oh the cot is so cold

It don't feel like no bed at all

Oh 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

And it's no taste at all

'Cause it could have been me

Yes it could have been me

Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say