'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore (Explicit) - David Bowie

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's 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