David Bowie - ’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore lyrics
[David Bowie - ’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore lyrics]
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, he 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!
Ahh! 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, he 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!
Ahh! Woo! Woo!