She gets hungry, for dinner at eight.
She loves the theatre; doesn't come late.
She'd never bother, with anyone she'd hate.
That's why the lady is a tramp.

Doesn't like dice games, with barons and earls.
Won't go to Harlam, dressed in irmen and pearls.
Will not ditch the dirt, with the rest of those girls.
That's why this chick is a tramp.

She loves the free cool, wind in her hair.
Life without care.
She's broke, but it's hope.
Doesn't like california; it's cold and damp.
That's why the lady is a tramp.

She gets far too hungry they, wait there for dinner at eight.
She adores the theatre; however doesn't get there late.
She'd never bother, with anyone she'd hate.
That is why the lady is a tramp.

Doesn't like dice games, with barons and earls.
Never makes a trip up to Harlam drivin', shining linkens and pearls.
she won't ditch the dirt, with the rest of those broads.
That's why this chick is a tramp.

She loves the free fine wild knocked-out coo-coo, groovy wind in her hair.
Life's without care.
She's broke, but it's hope.
She loathes california; it's cold and damp.
That's why the lady, that is why the lady, that's why the lady is a tramp.

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