`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 fate, I suppose For that was patrol That was patrol 'Tis a pity she was a whore 'Tis a pity she was a whore