(feat. Lady Gaga)
She gets too hungry for dinner at 8 (I'm starving)
She loves the theater but she never comes late
I never bother with people that I hate
That’s why this chick is a tramp
She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won’t dish out dirt with the rest of those girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp
I love the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Oh, I'm so broke, (It's oh!)
I hate California. It's crowded and damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp (I'm a tramp!)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island
Oh, the beach is divine
And I love the Yankees
Jeter's just fine
I follow Rodgers and Hart
She sings every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I love a prize fight
That isn't a fake (No fakes)
And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake
She goes to the opera and stays wide awake (Yes, I do!)
That's why this lady is a tramp
She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose? Cause I got no dough (Oh, no?)
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp, go!
I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care (Polka-dot!)
But I'm so broke (That's oh!)
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp
That's why the lady is a tramp.
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