David Bowie 'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore

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Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'tis a pity she was a whore
'tis my curse, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war.

Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smote the mistress, drifting on
'tis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'tis a pity she was a whore.

'tis a pity she was a whore.

Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'tis a pity she was a whore
'tis my face, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
'tis a pity she was a whore.