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She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight |
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She loves the theater, but doesn't come late |
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She'd never bother, with people she'd hate |
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That's why The Lady Is A Tramp |
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Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls |
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Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls |
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Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls |
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That's why The Lady Is A Tramp |
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She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair |
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Life without care |
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She's broke, but it's o'k |
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She hates California, it's cold and it's damp |
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That's why The Lady Is A Tramp |
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Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds |
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Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords |
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Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads |
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That's why The Lady Is A Tramp |
