Our lady of more, this saddened whore
How I adore her, when she's on the floor
How I adore her, when she's on the floor
She's like the twilight, a widow sings
Skin of the mayflower, a pale reflection brings
Skin of the mayflower, a pale reflection brings
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smite the mistress, drifting on
She stole my years, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'Tis a pity she was a whore'
Smite the mistress, drifting on
She stole my years, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'Tis a pity she was a whore'
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