Lyrics of Song Lady Is A Tramp The

Writer(s): rodgers/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