Songtext von The Lady Is a Tramp

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 ok 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!