tis a pity she was a whore

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

?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