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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She enjoys the theatre, and won't arrive late She never bother, with people she'd hates 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 the girls That's why the lady is a tramp She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, and it's oak She hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp Woah I get far too hungry to eat dinner at eight I adore the theatre, but never I come late (I'll) She'd never bother, with people She'd hate Thats why the Lady is a Tramp I like the free, fresh, wind in my hair Life without care She's a springer a humdigger Hates California, it's too cold, and too damp That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady That's why the Lady (oooh) That's why the Lady is a Tramp |