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I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never go late
I just don't bother with people I hate
And so they say this lady is a tramp
Won't go to crap games with barons and earls
Don't go in Harlem in sables and pearls
Don't dish the dirt, well, not with the girls
And so they say this lady is a tramp
I like that free, fresh wind in my hair
My life without care
I'm broke, okey doke
Hate California, gets cold, gets damp
And so they say this lady is a tramp
Now, I get much too hungry to be waiting for dinner at eight
I'm crazy 'bout the theater, but I don't dig it if I'm late
Who's got time to be bothered with people you know you hate?
And so they say this lady is a tramp
I just cannot afford a crap game with a baron or an earl
And I'm very hip to Harlem
I wanna keep my sables and I love my pearls
I play with boys, let the boys play with girls
And so they say this lady is a tramp
I like that free, fresh wind all in my hair
My life without care
I was born broke, so it's okey doke
Don't like Columbo, I dig Basie
Ellington and Hamp
And so they say this lady is a tramp
But it's swingin', so let 'em say I'm a tramp



Авторы: Rodgers Richard, Hart Lorenz


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