Can't Help Thinking


Queen Bitch


After months of searching he finally found an apartment that suited his taste. There was a good view of the city streets from the balcony and he liked sitting out there while drinking coffee. The mornings were always nice too; he got plenty of sunshine through the windows. The kitchen was adequate and there was bathroom and a guest room beside his bedroom.

Jareth stood outside looking over the balcony, he saw Sarah pressed between a man and his limousine; he was tracing kisses along her slender neck, her soft hair tangled in his hands.

Jareth went to the clubs.


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
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
And 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

Queen Bitch - David Bowie 1971