The Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

She loves the theatre but she never comes late

I never bother with people that I hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls

And I definitely won't dish the dirt with some of the girls

That's why, that's why the lady is a tramp

She likes the green, green, grass, grass under her shoes

What can I lose?

'Cause I've got no due

Oh no!

I'm all alone when I blow on my lamp

That's why the lady is a tramp

I love you free, fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hand

Life without care

Oh, but I'm so broke. That's ok

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp

And that's why

That's why

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That's why that's why that's why the lady is a tramp

That's why the lady is a badubadubadu a tramp