The Lady is a Tramp
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight (I'm starving)
She loves the theater but she never comes late
I never bother with people that I hate
That's why this chick is a tramp (hahaha)
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 our dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I love the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Oh, I'm so broke
It's oh!
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I'm a tramp!)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island
Oh, the beach is divine
And I love the yankees
Jeter is just fine
I follow rounders and park
She sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the prize fight
That isn't a fake (no fakes)
And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake
She goes to the opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why this lady is a tramp
She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose?
'Cause I got no dough! Oh, no?
I'm all alone when I'm doing my hair
That's why the lady is a tramp!
Go!
I love your free, fresh,
I love your handkerchief in my hand
Life without care
But I'm so broke
That's oh!
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp!
That's why this lady is a tramp!
That's why the lady is a tramp!
She loves the theater but she never comes late
I never bother with people that I hate
That's why this chick is a tramp (hahaha)
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 our dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp!
I love the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Oh, I'm so broke
It's oh!
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I'm a tramp!)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island
Oh, the beach is divine
And I love the yankees
Jeter is just fine
I follow rounders and park
She sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love the prize fight
That isn't a fake (no fakes)
And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake
She goes to the opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why this lady is a tramp
She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose?
'Cause I got no dough! Oh, no?
I'm all alone when I'm doing my hair
That's why the lady is a tramp!
Go!
I love your free, fresh,
I love your handkerchief in my hand
Life without care
But I'm so broke
That's oh!
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp!
That's why this lady is a tramp!
That's why the lady is a tramp!
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Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
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