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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
Adores the theater and never comes late
She won't bothers, with someone 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 dressed in ermine and pearls
She won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fine wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke but it's oak
Detested California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets much too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never gets there late
She'd never bother someone she'd hate
That's why, that's why, that's why...
(your dirty rat)
She doesn't like dice games with sharpies and frauds
Never make a trip to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's
She won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
That's why, that's why she's a Tramp
She loves the fine, cool, wild, wild, cool, cool, wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, Ha-ha
She hates California because it is cold, and it's damp
That's why the lady, that is why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp









































