The Lady is a Tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games, with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why this chick is a tramp
She loves the free, cool wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke and it's oak
Doesn't like California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets far too hungry, they wait there for dinner at eight
She adores the theater however doesn't get there late
She'd never bother with someone she'd hate
That is why the lady is a tramp
Doesn't like dice games with barons and earls
Never makes a trip up to Harlem, driving shiny Lincoln's and Ford's
She won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why this chick is a Tramp
She loves the free, fine, wild, knocked out,
Coo coo, groovy wind in her hair
Life's without a care
She's broke, but it's oak
She loathes California, it's so cold, and so damp
That's why the lady, that's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
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