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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers, with people 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 in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke and it's oak
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
She'd never bother with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds
And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's
And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
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 oak
Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp
That's why the lady, that's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp
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