The Lady Is a Tramp

I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but I never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

I dont like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke, it's ok
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart
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