[01:07.00]Man, she punched me like a dude
[01:11.51]Hold your mad hands, I cried
[01:15.47]‘Tis a pity she was a whore
[01:20.06]‘Tis my curse, I suppose
[01:23.57]That was patrol
[01:27.06]That was patrol
[01:31.02]This is the war
[02:21.02]Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
[02:25.11]Smote the mistress, drifting on
[02:28.78]‘Tis a pity she was a whore
[02:32.88]She stole my purse, with rattling speed
[02:37.87]That was patrol
[02:40.88]This is the war
[02:43.62]‘Tis a pity she was a whore
[03:34.48]Man, she punched me like a dude
[03:38.52]Hold your mad hands, I cried
[03:42.42]‘Tis a pity she's was a whore
[03:46.58]‘Tis my face, I suppose
[03:51.04]That was patrol
[03:54.53]That was patrol
[04:12.01][04:05.75][03:58.06]‘Tis a pity she was a whore