'Tis a Pity She Was a Whore Lyrics - David Bowie

1 Man, she punched me like a dude

2 Hold your mad hands, I cried

3 'Tis a pity she was a whore

4 'Tis my curse, I suppose

5 That was patrol, that was patrol

6 This is the war

7 Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock

8 Smote the mistress, drifting on

9 'Tis a pity she was a whore

10 She stole my purse with rattling speed

11 That was patrol, this is the war

12 'Tis a pity she was a whore

13 'Tis a pity she was a whore

14 Man, she punched me like a dude

15 Hold your mad hands, I cried

16 'Tis a pity she was a whore

17 'Tis my fate, I suppose

18 That was patrol, that was patrol

19 'Tis a pity she was a whore

20 'Tis a pity she was cold

21 Wooh

22 Wooh