Lady Is A Tramp, The

Writer(s): Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight, she loves the theater, but doesn’t come late
She’d never bother, with people she’d hate, 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 those girls, that’s why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair, life without care, she’s broke, but it’s o’k
She hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp, that’s why the lady is a tramp
Doesn’t like dice games, with sharpies and frauds,
Won’t go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads, that’s why the lady is a tramp

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