The narrator is a guy pining for another guy who's being wooed by a prostitute in the streets. Because the guy who's pining later throws “both his bags down the hall,” we know that they were sharing the same room. So, he's looking out the 11th floor window as this guy he has a crush on is talking to this prostitute, the Queen Bitch. He's bummed, at an “all time low.” He knows she's looking to score. He tries to will the guy to leave the Queen Bitch, “walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind.” But he knows that isn't going to happen. In the chorus we get the description of the Queen Bitch, as well as the narrator's critique: “I could do better than that,” which makes me think the Queen Bitch is a transvestite, meaning the narrator could land a better-looking prostitute (since he's gay, the prostitute's probably a man) or that he could come up with a better look. The next verses go into a further discussion of the Queen Bitch and such queens. They are powerful and pushy. “You're laughter gets sucked in their brains,” seems a disparaging comment, as if they are vampire-like, sucking your joy, or that they are vain. He goes on to lament, “it could have been me,” which I took to mean that he had a chance with the guy he is pinning after, but blew it, never voiced his interest. The final stanza describes his despair, left alone in the cold room, bad taste in his mouth, but even that taste is empty. He calls a cab to leave.
It's a rocking and wonderful song. You can't help but sing along even if you are straight, and that's part of it's beauty: anyone, straight or gay, can relate to the plight of this guy, though our own lamentable situations of missing out on love/sex may not have been so dramatic. Great song.
The narrator is a guy pining for another guy who's being wooed by a prostitute in the streets. Because the guy who's pining later throws “both his bags down the hall,” we know that they were sharing the same room. So, he's looking out the 11th floor window as this guy he has a crush on is talking to this prostitute, the Queen Bitch. He's bummed, at an “all time low.” He knows she's looking to score. He tries to will the guy to leave the Queen Bitch, “walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind.” But he knows that isn't going to happen. In the chorus we get the description of the Queen Bitch, as well as the narrator's critique: “I could do better than that,” which makes me think the Queen Bitch is a transvestite, meaning the narrator could land a better-looking prostitute (since he's gay, the prostitute's probably a man) or that he could come up with a better look. The next verses go into a further discussion of the Queen Bitch and such queens. They are powerful and pushy. “You're laughter gets sucked in their brains,” seems a disparaging comment, as if they are vampire-like, sucking your joy, or that they are vain. He goes on to lament, “it could have been me,” which I took to mean that he had a chance with the guy he is pinning after, but blew it, never voiced his interest. The final stanza describes his despair, left alone in the cold room, bad taste in his mouth, but even that taste is empty. He calls a cab to leave. It's a rocking and wonderful song. You can't help but sing along even if you are straight, and that's part of it's beauty: anyone, straight or gay, can relate to the plight of this guy, though our own lamentable situations of missing out on love/sex may not have been so dramatic. Great song.