David Bowie, ‘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 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’s was a whore
‘Tis my face, I suppose

That was patrol
That was patrol
‘Tis a pity she was a whore

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