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

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

‘Tis a pity she was a whore

‘Tis a pity she was a whore

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