Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

She enjoys the theatre, and won't arrive late

She never bother, with people she'd hates

That's why the lady is a tramp



Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls

Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls

Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls

That's why the lady is a tramp



She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She's broke, and it's oak

She hates California, it's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp



Woah



I get far too hungry to eat dinner at eight

I adore the theatre, but never I come late

(I'll) She'd never bother, with people She'd hate

Thats why the Lady is a Tramp



I like the free, fresh, wind in my hair

Life without care

She's a springer a humdigger

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

That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady

That's why the Lady (oooh)

That's why the Lady is a Tramp