The Lady Is A Tramp - Bing Crosby

The Lady Is A Tramp - Bing Crosby
Lyrics by：Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart
Composed by：Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart
Produced by：Buddy Cole
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater never comes late
She's never looking for people the hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
She don't like crap games
With barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with
The rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the free fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke it's ok
Hates California it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She likes the sweet fresh
Rain in her face
Diamonds and lace
No got so what
Perfection I thrush you will breselend stamp
That's why the lady is a tramp