David Bowie — Tis a Pity She Was a Whore

​[Intro] [Verse 1] 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 [​Bridge] [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge 2]​​ [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] ‘Tis a pity she was a whore Woo! Ahh! Woo! Woo!