The Lady Is A Tramp Lyrics

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

I don't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Don't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life wihtout care, I'm broke, that's ok
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Now I go to Coney, the beach is divine I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell and read every line
That's why the lady's is a tramp

I love a prizefight that isn't a fake
I adore the rowing on Central Park lake
I go to Opera, stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I loose? I'm flat, that's that
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is
That's why the lady is
That's why the lady is a tramp

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