David Bowie - 'Tis a Pity She Was a Whore: lyrics de la chanson

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 fate, I suppose,

For, that was patrol,

That was patrol,

‘Tis a pity she was a whore.

‘Tis a pity she was a whore.