| 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 okay
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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 |