LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Lady Is a Tramp
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight (I'm starving)She loves the theater and never comes lateI never bother with people that I hateThat's why this chick is a trampShe doesn't like crap games with barons or earlsWon't go to Harlem in ermine and pearlsAnd I definitely won't dish our dirt with the rest of those girlsThat's why the lady is a trampI love the free, fresh wind in her hairLife without careI'm so brokeIt's "oke"I hate California, it's crowded and dampThat's why the lady is a tramp (I'm a tramp)Sometimes I go to Coney IslandOh the beach is divineAnd I love the yankees... Is just fineI follow...She sings every lineThat's why the lady is a trampI love the...That isn't a fake (no fakes)And I love the.. with you and your wife in central parkShe goes to the opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)That's why this lady is a trampShe likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoesWhat can I lose?'cause I got no dough! oh no?I'm all alone...That's why the lady is a trampI love your free, fresh, I love your handkerchief in my handLife without careBut I'm so brokeThat's "oke"Hates California, it's cold and it's dampThat's why the lady is a trampThat's why this lady is a trampThat's why the lady is a tramp
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