She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She enjoys the theater, and won't arrive late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hates
That's why the lady is a trampDoesn'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 trampShe likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's oke
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a trampWhoaI get far too hungry to eat dinner at eight
I adore the theater, but never come late
(I'll) She'd never bother, with people you'd hate
That's why the Lady is a TrampI like the free, fresh, wind in my hair
Life without care
She's a springer a humdinger
Hates California, it's too cold, and too damp
That's why the lady,
That's why the lady
That's why the lady (ooh)
That is why the lady is a tramp
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HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARDPublished by
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