Текст песни David Bowie - ′Tis A Pity She Was A Whore

Текст песни ′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 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 was a whore
′Tis my face, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
′Tis a pity she was a whore