David Bowie - 'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore Lyrics
Man, she punched me like a dudeHold your mad hands, I cried'Tis a pity she's was a whore'Tis my curse, I supposeThat was patrol,That was patrolThis is the warBlack struck the kiss, she kept my *****Smote the mistress, drifting on'Tis a pity she was a whoreShe stole my purse, with rattling speedThat was patrol,This is the war‘Tis a pity she was a whore'Tis a pity she was a whoreMan, she punched me like a dudeHold your mad hands, I cried'Tis a pity she's was a whore'Tis my face, I supposeThat was patrol,That was patrol'Tis a pity she was a whore