@migu music@

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

She likes the theatre and never comes late

She never bothers with people she'd hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap 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 the lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She's broke, and it's "ok"

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

That's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight

She loves the theatre but never comes late

She'd never bother with people she'd hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds

And she won't go to Harlem in Lincolns or Fords

And she won't dish the dirt with the rest of the broads

That's why the lady is a tramp

She'd love the free, fresh wind in her hair

Life without care

She's broke, but it's *"ok"*

Hates 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