She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
Loves the theater, but she never runs in there late
She'll never bothers on people she hates
That's why the lady is a champ

Doesn't like dice games, with barons and earls
Won't go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
She will dish that dirt, with the rest of those girls
That is why thís chick is a champ

She loves the free, fine, lovely wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but its o.k.
She hates california, its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp

Doesnt like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Wont go to harlem, in lincolns or fords
Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
Thats why the lady is a tramp

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