作词 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers 作曲 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She likes the theater and never comes late She never bothers, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn'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 loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke and it's oak Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight She loves the theater but never comes late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads That's why the Lady is a Tramp She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's oak Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp That's why the lady, that's why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp
作词 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers 作曲 : Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She likes the theater and never comes late She never bothers, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp Doesn'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 loves the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke and it's oak Hates California, it's cold and it's damp That's why the lady is a tramp She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight She loves the theater but never comes late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp She'll have no crap games with sharpies and frauds And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads That's why the Lady is a Tramp She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, but it's oak Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp That's why the lady, that's why the lady That's why the lady is a tramp
