i'm up on the eleventh floor
and i'm watching the cruisers below
my heart's in the basement
my weekend's at an all time low
'cause she's hoping to score
she's so swishy in her satin and tat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
i could do better than that
she's an old-time ambassador
and she's known in the darkest clubs
for pushing ahead of the dames
if she says she can do it
she don't make false claims
is sucked in their brains
and she'll lay him right down
but it could have been me
and i gaze at my hotel wall
it don't feel like no bed at all
and i look at my hotel wall
but he's down on the street
so i throw both his bags down the hall
'cause my stomach feels small
there's a taste in my mouth