'Tis a Pity She Was a Whore
Man, she punched me like a dudeHold your mad hands, I cried'Tis a pity she was a whore'Tis my curse, I supposeThat was patrolThat was patrolThis is the war
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cockSmote the mistress, drifting on'Tis a pity she was a whoreShe stole my purse, with rattling speedThat was patrolThis is the war'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dudeHold your mad hands, I cried'Tis a pity she was a whore'Tis my face, I supposeThat was patrolThat was patrol'Tis a pity she was a whore