DAVID BOWIE
sue or in a season of crime radio edit
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
âTis a pity she was a whore
âTis 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
âTis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
âTis a pity she was a whore
âTis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
âTis a pity she's was a whore
âTis my face, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
âTis a pity she was a whore
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