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Use A− / A+ to adjust text size‘Tis a Pity She Was a Whore
Man, she punched me like a dudeHold your mad hands, I cried? Tis a pity she was a whore? Tis my curse, I supposeThat was patrolThat was patrolThis is the warBlack struck the kiss, she kept my cockSmote the mistress, drifting on? Tis a pity she was a whoreShe stole my purse, with rattling speedThat was patrolThis is the war? Tis a pity she was a whore? Tis a pity she was a whoreMan, she punched me like a dudeHold your mad hands, I cried? Tis a pity she? s was a whore? Tis my face, I supposeThat was patrolThat was patrol? Tis a pity she was a whore
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