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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 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 For that was patrol, that was patrol Tis a pity she was a whore Tis a pity she was a whore Aus Songtexte Mania