‘Tis a Pity She Was a Whore [11-14] Songtext
von David Bowie
‘Tis a Pity She Was a Whore [11-14] Songtext
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
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
′Tis my fate, I suppose
For that was patrol
That was patrol
′Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis a pity she was a whore, woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
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
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
′Tis my fate, I suppose
For that was patrol
That was patrol
′Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis a pity she was a whore, woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
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