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’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore lyrics
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
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she's was a whore
'Tis my face, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
'Tis a pity she was a whore
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- Track 2 on Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)
- 1 Sue
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- Track 1 on ’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore
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