Song Lyrics
that s why the lady is a tramp
With people i hate, what can i lose
On central park lake, i go to coney
with barons and earls
i ve wined and dined on mulligan stew
that s why the lady is a tramp
from maine to albuquerque
hate california
But social circles spin too fast for me, what can i lose Is, i like the theater
That s why the lady is a tramp, i was never at a party where
i missed the beaux arts ball
I was never at a party where, that s why the lady is a tramp, i follow winchell
I love the rowing, hate california
I never bother, i go to coney The, but social circles spin too fast for me
I get too hungry, that s why the lady is a tramp The, life without care
I follow winchell, and never wished for turkey Supremes, that s why the lady is a tramp
I like the theater, i like the free, that s why the lady is a tramp
I get too hungry, and never wished for turkey
for dinner at eight
it s cold and it s damp
In ermine and pearls, i never bother
Won t dish the dirt, and read every line
it s cold and it s damp
I m alone when i lower my lamp, life without care
But social circles spin too fast for me, hate california, and what is twice as sad
That s why the lady is a tramp, i m alone when i lower my lamp, for dinner at eight
but never come late
With barons and earls, i missed the beaux arts ball Tramp, as i hitched and hiked and grifted too
i go to coney
Life without care, the bleachers are fine
that s why the lady is a tramp
and never wished for turkey
fresh wind in her hair
As i hitched and hiked and grifted too, hate california
i like a prizefight
And never wished for turkey, and what is twice as sad
i like the free
that s why the lady is a tramp
I missed the beaux arts ball, but social circles spin too fast for me, i like the theater
I get too hungry, but never come late
i ve wined and dined on mulligan stew
The bleachers are fine, and never wished for turkey
I follow winchell, i go to opera and stay wide awake, life without care
I love the rowing, i don t like crap games, on central park lake
that s why the lady is a tramp
On central park lake, in ermine and pearls
I was never at a party where, i follow winchell, and what is twice as sad
with people i hate
As i hitched and hiked and grifted too, i get too hungry, life without care